Councillor Songtext
von Arthur Beatrice

Laid out, be my calm
Hear the dearest threads of old yarns
Exercise and test all that feels wrong
Know me as the best you′ve ever learned
Never hurt

Tether thrown
Far from home
And all full blown
Only lone


So helpless poor thing
Down on all his fours
Retching with the words you've never heard
Full grown and fit to burst

And of those arms, I cannot find the face
Who once harmed
Drain me of all verse and I′m done
Hollow as the best ever heard
For the first

Tether thrown
Far from home
And all full blown

So helpless poor thing
Down on all his fours
Retching with the words you've never heard
Full grown and fit to burst