You were dead by the time that I had found you. 
Your blood was spilled on the couch where we had first kissed. 
So I carried you west to the sea so I could wash you. 
Your body felt just like a back pack. 
And I don't know what they did to your face. 
And I don't like it. 
You lived large till the day they finally caught you. 
They cut out your tongue so you would not scream when you came to. 
And you [bad word] blood and they chained you up when you turned blue. 
Your body felt just like a t-shirt. 
And I wanna build a tower to all they nicer things you could have been but I don't like it. 
You were dead by the time that I had found you.