before it could
Gain my trust once more
Eat me alive
With your mudslide tongue
Cause in this story
The lamb knows where it's being lead
To a sense of suspecting you're the second coming
He was the one asking for sandpaper gloves
And exponents
The daily enriched
And somber birthdays
New Years celebrated like another State-funded gas chamber
Tornado skies always did give him a sense of place to do his foreboding
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