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First church of the english Christ

Wrote my name from the book of life

This town I loved with everything

Is cold and wet and dead to me

My beast stays locked in my car

More than one body buried in my backyard

Hold me down and waterboard me

Choke me blue until I’m sorry

And if I ever see your face in the street

I’ll hold you down and wash your feet

A sacrifice for the sin you made

I prayed for you the other day

On the road, down the back of the hall

I scream all I want and no one calls

You are made of animal juice

And I am a boy with nothing to lose

First number I ever saved

On my forehead is engraved

It’s in the moon controlling waves

It killed the food that’s on your plate

This one is a hollow-gram

Dirty people shaking hands

Everyone is crumbling

But everyone is everything

We can’t all fit all at once

Pieces shatter in the dust

If you know me, and you see him

Then what’s the point in all of us?

And if everyone is everywhere

Then everyone knows everyone

And if everyone knows everyone

Then there’s no one left for me

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