Factory, just go ahead and swallow me
It's not the way I'd planned to see
My old age creeping in.
Life is safe, as long as you assume a shape
That measures rationally
And fits in with the rest.
But I'm racing my flaws
Toward some end they'd drawn
I hope they mapped it out wrong
'Cause I'm already gone.
Blackbeard's Lord,
Well I think He sounds a lot like yours
But maybe there's a hundred more,
And they only share a name
And a laugh.
But I took my time
To figure out it was not mine
Through twenty years of turquoise mines
I'd forgotten my way back
I've been sorting trash,
And holding it against my past
But really I could cut this cast
'Cause God knows that I've healed underneath.

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