I though my bones were out
But they weren't
But they weren't
But they were not
I thought my bones were actually out
And they were
And they were
And they actually were

Sonnets to
Whom is there to punish me
Please
I know, it bothered me maybe everytime

What is it there to punish
Is it a black marble or the arm that pushes everything to far?

I though my bones were out
But they weren't
But they weren't
But they were not
I thought my bones were actually out
And they were
And they were
And they actually were

Sonnets to
Whom is there to punish me
Please
I know, it bothered me maybe everytime

What is it there to punish
Is it a black marble or the arm that pushes everything to far?

I love you, punisher
You should stop