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You call and I wait to hear my own name
A bite that infects all the rest
Talk can’t undo what hands have tied down
and we talk and talk and talk
And his voice is a bell that rings
even alone, I can’t get any rest
A violent song, I hear it, in the worry of birds
and nervous eyes turning away
the path to unholiness is pretty fucking steep
Keep an ear to the ground,
you're just another voice in the choir
to horrible men
“Press an ear to the ground
and listen for the dirge,
sharpen up your horns
and crash on through the world”
His words weight over me
“Your halo’s mine to keep.
Traded in for the balls hanging from jeep”
He said to me in song,
“For what more you owe
You pay your debt to me in love”
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