light's down low
dream'n through cob webs
and the cold scream of a squirrel dying
life's in the grace of your hands
don't load the shit you stole on me
my guns loaded as gun barrel blues
gunna take it all away
like melting ice
like velvet red sins
it's all I own
take em or leave me alone
the whole shit'n caboodle
born out of emptiness
it's all good with god and me
open eyes to blind
me
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