Dirty Deeds from Mourning Moon by lauren.napier

Dirty Deeds (3:37)

I hadn’t walked sixty steps in the sand
Before the vow was forgotten in his hand
An end has come

Sweat upon a lip, candle lights the room
Doorway is empty of a wicked hand
The smell it lingers of heat and dirty deeds
Pepper on the air silence it seeds

This end has come

There’s a snake in the grass
A chill on the breeze
A spider on the branch
Reaching for me
But this one runs alone, this one runs alone

I followed you, covered my tracks
Take comfort in the dust and the cracks
Your end has come

Turn your eyes, I’ve heard it hurts less that way
Salt and sin in equal portions on your plate
It’s safe in the fire, where the flames lead the way
This hell has become your retreat
Your end has come

There’s a snake in the grass
A chill on the breeze
A spider on the branch
Reaching for me
But this one runs alone, this one runs alone

Something wicked this way came
It called me by name
Promised me wealth
I turned down it’s fame

This end has come

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