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Chris Martell Sep 2012
dead crow, beak pointing west
maggot **** and the wind at my back
I break a promise and repair the past
I've lost time instead of soul; false control

breath another lung, be another son
say the things you wanted, be part of everyone

dark wisdom wrapped in hirsute puns
blanket truths and a wicked sense
I'll break a heart and save the future
I may have made a mistake; tough break

wink another eye, be the next to die
say the things you wanted, be the first to try

shallow brook flowing through a glen
littered with little animal skulls and leaves
I broke determination with good
I won't undo the clouds, Ma...and Pa

snap another trick, don't get lost or sick
say the things you wanted, let go of the brick

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