In the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some
I begged not to carry the corpse
To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts
Unforgiving you
To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism
I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes
To feel the gravel beneath my knees
To wake in a home
To feel the gravel beneath my knees
God had sent my calamity into
A deep space from which not even in dreams
Could I ever imagine my escape
God had sent my calamity into
A deep space from which not even in dreams
Could I ever imagine my escape
[Spoken outro]
I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever In the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some I begged not to carry the corpse To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts Unforgiving you To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes To feel the gravel beneath my knees To wake in a home To feel the gravel beneath my knees God had sent my calamity into A deep space from which not even in dreams Could I ever imagine my escape God had sent my calamity into A deep space from which not even in dreams Could I ever imagine my escape [Spoken outro] Explain Request ×
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