Cow Tools by The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir

humanity is a vile stain
a streak in the drawers of existence
building a shit monument to the absolute pits
who the fuck would be proud of a species like this?

all of these changing heads
(free me from the)
have got me caught up in
(silence of)
the eternal sleep of
(interior)
the statues that we are
(life we live)

a ghost on their way to
claim the wrong,
blood flows no matter who
it’s from
“Some of us are born with
the cross hairs
of a rifle printed on our backs or skulls”

will I spot the fault?
will I fight the sun?
will I change the plot?
will I turn the gun?

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