From the recording This Next Song Is About Death

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From Leper's 2019 release This Next Song Is About Death

Lyrics

13 Peilearan Airgid / 13 Silver Bullets

I've got thirteen silver bullets in a glass by the bed
Garlands of fresh rye and monkshood by the door

Everyone loves a good story
Boy do I think I've got a doozy
She seems to be in love with the moon
Stares out the window to bathe in the gloom
I'm never sure what she's been drinking
I'm never sure what she's been thinking
I'm never sure if I need to be ready for
The next time the moon is full

Can't really tell how old she is
Doesn’t really matter as long as she is
I think I'm getting used to the unprovoked rage
Not really bothered by the restlessness
In fact I kinda like the increasing aggression
Even though I don’t always feel I sleep safe
Considering I love her like I do
The last thing I want is to shoot

I've got thirteen silver bullets in a glass by the bed
Garlands of fresh rye and monkshood by the door

In the night she says she hears the stars singing
Whispering to her with all their secrets
Sometimes I can swear I've seen her aura shifting
Into a vicious mood
She's always been a little bizarre
So maybe these bristles under her tongue are
Just a way to justify my fear of the unknown