[bad word] /music [bad word] album/witchy-ways-an-october-mix-tape

You'd never know that Marrow was 
 a glowing place, beautiful, before 
 her tarnished heart lost its way 
 so long, so long 
 Gone are the colors, the apples and gems 
 each hunger answered with more 
 Above and below she has rotted away 
 so long, so long 

 The great market calls 
 from canopied stalls 
 but a ghost town is all you will find 
 Purses large and small 
 gold coins changing palms 
 gone paper [bad word] and lost time 

 Seventh sons and golden ball daughters 
 can take their own lives to hand 
 I have been to the city of Marrow 
 and I [bad word] out again. 

 Fear not the wind of wasting 
 its howling is not for you 
 It's only an echo now within 
 the hearts of those just passing through 

 Beauty is lost in translation 
 no savoring what is devoured 
 I look at my lover and only see bones 
 No one looks under the skin now. 

 Fear not the wind of wasting 
 its cries are not for you 
 They're only echoes now within 
 the hearts of those 
 just passing through 

 Beauty is lost in translation 
 no savoring what is devoured 
 No one looks under the skin anymore 
 There's only the wind now 

 when seventh sons and golden ball daughters 
 take their own lives to hand 
 fear not the city of Marrow 
 for you [bad word] out again 
 I have been to the city of Marrow 
 and I [bad word] out again 

 Fear not the wind of wasting 
 Its cries are not for you 
 They're only an echo now within 
 the hearts of those just passing through 
 Fear not the wind of wasting 
 Its howling is not for you 
 It's only an echo now within 
 the hearts of those just passing through 
 the hearts of those long ago passed through 

 I have been to the city of Marrow 
 and I [bad word] out again.