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a victim of her birth, a victim of the universe
just can't find the words, that will cure me from this curse
but i'm not so sure, i'm ready to leave your leather purse
when things start to turn, it always seems to be for the worse

a victim of t-shirts, a victim of everything that hurts
buried in the dirt, dehydrate in the desert
can't put it in reverse, just keep driving forward and pray things work
i could never be a nurse, too many thoughts that need to disperse
i hate to be a jerk, but we all stopped listening after the first verse

a victim of his worth, a victim of his time on the earth
catholic church will flirt, with hundred dollar bills and free perverts

predetermined eulogies, of cardboard cutout misery
that shadow keeps following me, eyes telling secrets i can't read
self-fulfilling prophecies, of biblical snakes & ladders parodies
that shadow keeps nagging at me, suburban commando trying not to get free
how dare you call to have us, filled up with vitamins & thieves
that shadow keeps staring at me, .45 revolvers pointed at your knees

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from where have all the anvils gone?, released November 27, 2020

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