Hypatia
Teach me your ways, girl
You could be my savior
Or you could get engaged to me
Couldn't you?
There's thunder in the garden
All them prophets are more alarming every day
We've hardly even started
Please don't take my love away
Virtue
What have they done to you?
These saints sometimes sin, too
They're ignorant of the truth
They're not like me and you
There's fire in our city
But Hypatia, she's nowhere to be found
They skinned her with her iris
Reminisces is being burned down to the ground