Dylan Thomas
Nothing But Love
I wanted to make something for you
Unearth some sinister collective lonely truth
Well instead you got a half-hour treatise on male entitlement
Written by an entitled man
Congrats on making it this far

What was it worth?
There was evil, embarrassment, abrasion
A couple mistruths slipped out on occasion
There would be more music but I don't have the patience
Who did it cost?
Well my parents never didn’t tell the truth
So I promised myself that I had something to prove
But above all else there was you

Oh no the hippies, they've surrounded the stage
(Moroni, Moroni, Moroni)
My imaginary band was pretending to play
(Moroni, Moroni, Moroni)
Then, you lead me to the peak of Cumorah
Just words, but they meant so much more to me
(Moroni, Moroni, Moroni)
(Moroni, Moroni, Moroni)

And as far as I'm concerned I’m fucking you right now
Your book on my carpet, my dick in your mouth
The audience appalled, the prophets perturbed
This was foretold, but the scripture was burned
Yeah people, that's right, I'm putting it all on the line
And he might not be real, and I might not be fine
But I'm begging you eleven weirdos to please testify
That's it's only right for him to be mine
Anyway, I bought a shovel and I got to work
Moroni, Moroni, Moroni
Soon enough, I arrived at the center of the earth
Moroni, Moroni, Moroni
All the beauty that I couldn't describe
Verbalized in the blink of an eye
And this is all I have to offer

There's nothing but love
There’s nothing but love
But love
There’s nothing but love
But love, but love, but love
There's nothing but love
There’s-

(The It Boy Rises)
The It Boy Rises