Cosey Mo

O Cosey Mo, I feel your pain
When they all want you but they don't know your game
I guess your death will pass in time
But in the meantime let me build your shrine

I promise you that I will find you
I'll dig up every unmarked grave
I promise you that I will find you, darling, find you
And on your tomb I"ll carve your name

Oh Cosey Mo, I feel your rage
When they hunt you down and put you in their cage
I understand your need to hide
Not from fear but from losing you mind

I promise you that I will find you
I'll dig up every unmarked grave
I will not rest until I find you, darling, find you
And on your tomb I"ll carve your name

Burning, burning
Burning instead of beauty
Burning, burning
Burning instead of beauty
Burning, burning
Burning instead of beauty
Burning, burning

Burning, burning
Burning instead of beauty
Burning, burning
Burning instead of beauty
Burning, burning
Burning instead of beauty
Burning, burning