Lyrics No Bold Villian - Timber Timbre

Your no bold villain.
Your bought and sold.
To have a soulmate,
You need a soul.

Not born of man,
But some form of the moon.
One of us is not known,
And it might not be you.

I was a spook for you,
Another ghost.
I was a fool for you,
Another stool pigeon.

I was the kid,
See she was the clown.
And you took north,
When things went south.

But your no bold villain.
Your bought and sold.
To have a soulmate,
You need a soul.

Not born of man,
But some form of the moon.
One of us is not known,
And it might not be you.