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