
u.g.c. - callan holder lyrics
we’re an untrustworthy gas can
and a mask to match
in a gated slate tinderbox
van ness and international
with a perking garage attached
we cut out our own saints to venerate
we’ve got our molds and our forge
we’ve been digging for kindness
in digital sp*ce
with an occupation nearing our doors
our blood is a stone
and a strap in the hand
of a philistine
our blood empties into the sea
and even our debts are salvific
if you ask the man collecting the debts
we’re laying out our final directives
burials upside*down facing wеst
we don’t even know that wе’re sick
we carve up our rood and we genuflect
the dust collects
amorphous in the sweat of our brow
the invaders have been keeping the skeletons
to furnish their temples
we would never be converted anyhow
our blood is a rag
and a bottle away
from a molotov
and our gods
are a plastic
explosive attached
to the exterior walls
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