vague men tied to a stake
gather round your little ones
feast
Cleaned up a mess I'm in, now I am born
We're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the
We drew a crowd. The crowd drew the blood. Fawning
Trained in the art of devastating the arts by remaining
Boys: Shoot to thrill from the hip. It's time we
I have not said anything because I am sleeping
God knows I've longed to feel something but now's not
Admist the most barren scene how are we lost?
You've got
This is a cause for celebration here in the belly
No man abandon his post. A gatecrasher has called us
My cancer came knocking. It was dressed to the nines.
So
Don't try to resist. You're coming with us. Provisions are
I tied the devil to the tracks
(can you hear
Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover
Dumb and
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