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the callous daoboys - the elephant man in the room كلمات الأغنية

cardboard devils, old s_x
here where the titans beg for scr_ps
it’s hard to think
“warm and peachy”

(here, do you justify the ends?
do you mock them where they stand?
do you love them for their dead?)

sitting in wait for the moon phase to change
the only way, truly, to deal with this place
“half circle”
to the gold rush, lover, i’ll go for rights
to marry you sweetly, one november night
my flask will run empty
unlike the calvary

bullet tags on my spurs on the off chance
that i die in the sand, or the lawman is no
b_st_rd inception of harlot conclusions
enslaved to the lake where his paramour sleeps
and if i make it west, if it takes all year
i’ll swallow my tongue and curse route 66

man it sure would take a hollow bride
to decline this dowry
so everybody in the brave new world
put a saddle on the nearest creature
bow your head and do this for me

pray for this world
whatever we get, we f_cking deserve

wrapped in a casket, my darling, she lay
with hands on her death bed, each morning i prayed
for my violence
to not be inherited
send me to h_ll if it means she’s at peace
i’ll serve my sentence
all senseless death, can be mended
but how?
if you sail to the edge

starboard off the back of a grizzly
i see the beginning of the ice wall
continents of olden days
i must report back to my country
the cia says, “just sit down son”
i will not be f_cking silenced

radicals made by a programmer
god’s favorite psy_op
the child you dream of, she doesn’t exist
she’s just as fake as the sp_ce

on the ground where you lay your
head
i see patience growing thin
true disturbance will run empty
unlike my paranoia

still stuck on the same page i disowned
still sick from the flavor of youth
found out that the poison was my own
no truth to the cause
no deep state lies
i have seen the elephant
held its trunk in my hands
i think i’m ready, november
i think i’m gonna need a bullh_rn
to speak with charisma to the masses
to everybody in the whole wide world
this thing we don’t speak of
it’s called “living life”

the end sure is nigh

- the callous daoboys

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