Cruel Whisk
John Moen
If you find that you're not there
Look by the hook and not the square
I’m bullied by the anger from
Your own wicked actions done
Oh the feathers frightened, foul
Oh cook yourself until you howl
I'm a reason I'm agate
And yet full, fooled fate
So dispense with thoughts of me
’Twas not I and will never be
All the ways that we don't have
Lead me down a darkened step
Hey
When you found that you were robbed
Hang yourself you are this sad
I'm asking you to say no word
Cook yourself and spare the burn
Cook yourself and spare the burn
Cook yourself and spare the burn
Cook yourself and spare the burn
Cook yourself