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Left for dead, and when Death came to collect
The offering hat passed had very little left in it
The devil on your shoulder, palms red, empty handed
Unsure of what to do, just hanging around out of habit
Like an old dog loyal only to a fault
Your neighbor in the next room giving confession to a wall
No mention of the victim, just the outline of the weapon:
“A handle carved for holding, and ears open to suggestion”
And when you didn’t pick up I was pretty sure
That some static machine held your last words
No questions, just asking for an answer
A jobless tyrant
Forever open eyelids
I’m in the place with no name again
Some bad influences after a job too well done
Asking what it all meant
Brass said, “Hey man, shit happens”
Sand in his eyes so he can’t say what he saw
But bullets for medical is state-sanctioned insurance fraud
“At least the enemy won’t hurt anyone else”
Well there was another civilian casualty
When he walked into the woods by himself
If I’m a part of something greater
I want to know the other parts by their first name
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