Windwaker - Sirens

«I don’t....

I don’t believe in me sometimes I feel defeat

Left out to bleed, in the street of your hypocrisy, your plaguing me

I tried to leave but you won’t let go

Conspiring it’s a means to an end

Making fires just to start again

It’s kind of nice here by myself

Building up dust on the shelf

No longer

A dull imposter

I’m thinking bout girls on white horses

With angelic voices

They’re luring me in with their song

I’m thinking bout boys talking poison

In elegant noises

They scream til their voices are gone

Oh what could go wrong?»