vague men tied to a stake
gather round your little ones
feast
Cleaned up a mess I'm in, now I am born
I was wrong, close one. I am wrong. I said
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
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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