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Tried shouting into empty rooms,
Now I'm whispering in crowds.
Nobody listened then,
& nobody's listening now.
Tired limbs are treading water
Inside the heads of people smarter.
I should've left before last orders
Now I'm in bed with a rich man's daughter.
You might not believe me —
But I don't want to be believed.

Just carve my words on your collective arms,
Stitch every letter into who you are.
Hang like a cross from my angular frame —
Learn my name.

The left need a parrot and a poster boy
& the right they need a brain.
The angle is different,
But the picture is still the same.
Tired ogres, blaming others,
Waving paper — sweet as a sugar.
Family man and loyal lover,
Now he's in bed with the mayor's brother.
The others will rub their hands
When this one hits the fan.

Just carve his words on your collective hearts,
Stitch every moral into who you are.
Fly like a flag in his daily parade —
Shout his name.

. . .

Just carve my words on your collective arms,
Stitch every letter into who you are.
Hang like a cross from my angular frame —
Learn my name.

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from The View Before We Hit The Water, track released December 6, 2016

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