Libertine

Just like a sheep in a pen

I wait for the thunder to strike me down

And by the bales of hay

I keep myself calm

Then, at the holy table

I find a thickening of air

She pulls me closer thinking I'm some kind of teddy bear

But I, I'm a libertine

I am a black sheep, creep, and I call bullshit

I don’t wanna be

A wannabe, gonna be, probably just a libertine

Suddenly herds have gathered

Eyes fly high while popping out

Starting to reassemble a choir of angels

Talking of love eternal

Clouds that keep you safe and sound

So by the bales of hay

I rise from the underground

Because I, I'm the libertine

I am a black sheep, creep, and I call bullshit

I don’t wanna be

A wannabe, gonnabe, probably just a libertine

I'm the libertine, the darkest sheep

And I, I don’t wanna be

A wannabe

I'm probably gonna be just a libertine

Line me up, sink me down

Line me up, sink me down