Butchers from BUTCHERS EP by Logan Farmer

Brother Mark,
Sweeping up the chapel
Sees god in the dirt
This dark: liquid in shape

Spent so long
Living in the past
So the future don't hurt
And I'm not willing to change

Friend, you seem afraid
Did I say something strange again?
(The soldier at the gate:
She ties a thin blue string on it)

Each night
Same dark vision
Of endless crow bars
Soft words you scatter in shame

Soon there
Is no one to remember
What a danger you are
Well, I've earned a living that way

Friend, you seem to know
That we decide each point of light
We've already lost control
So why even try to sleep tonight?

• Folk
• acoustic
• experimentalfolk
• indiefolk
• singer-songwriter
• Fort Collins