biddy. Biddy you have done your deed well, It won't be required to serve them Once again. Biddy you have done your part well, Now sleep tight in your ancestral grave.
"It" 'Sinking into the pages of ancient book To catch the resounding miseries Know and lost, Drunk and devastated One climbs up the shore, You lost everything at what cost?'
Unsung. Painting rainbows in broken sky, My empty jar sees yet another lie I am your cause of philanthropy Singing glory just like your trophies While darkness dreams in threshold.