Craft

Painted wood on sugarcomb lake
Living a life when I speak of tonight
The words don't know why they're
Such a mess

Craft
Take it well
Use it well
I'm playing in tragfic
A fool, William tell
Blinded by the ignition
Speaking in tongues
Be careful what you utter child
This may be your last day
But it won't so don't fret
A roundabout of doubt
Can leave you and your breath