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As sun and dove devour bat and moon
If we stay on this road we'll find religion soon
I plant the seeds that flower in veins
And destine down blacklit bathroom drains
Of sacraments and ends
Dead in a ditch death is the friend buried
Beneath drugged skin
My stand become a lean verse cigarette machine
Could cocaine candy consoled crippled
Children cavitated the tears of flesh death burns
Now a miscentered mantelpiece in a
Porcelain urn but what words will witched sing
While warlocks pluck away all day
At their broken heartstring
I took some gun from some sick hand
Said, Count
to
ten, oh, One,
two,
three
Fuck it, I don't care
And all of us widowed wives
Discussing dimensions in dream homes we hide
And it's not fair
These affairs are all I had, it's sad I had to lie
Forget it, I get it
I guess it's true, I'd make a boring bride
- Album:
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- The Blues
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- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 137: January 2006
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 81
- Unsound
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- Punk-O-Rama, Volume 10
- The DNA Will Have Its Say
- Punk-O-Rama 10
- Unsound, Vol. 1
- SXSW 2005 Showcasing Artists
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