Smear some warpaint on and light a signal fire, I wanna die in the dirt.
But maybe my luck’s run out, a betrayal of ways when you corner the truth.
I wrestled your god to the ground, he was sweating through his shirt.
You don’t wanna know what this backpack can hold... anything that you want. An acetylene torch?
Burning in the echo chamber, I couldn’t hear my voice. Your beautiful fractured heart couldn’t ruin this magic for me.
“You will reap what you sow.”
So maybe I only love you when you’re on a drug. Just give me 15 minutes so I can buy a gun--anything that you want.
Keep smashing my skull with a hammer, it feels so good when you stop. I’ll look at this all someday with the fondness of a father.
He was somebody’s son, he was somebody’s somebody.
But I still feel the hollows.
Cast your light on me.
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