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handwashing as a formality

from YARD MEAT by WORST GIFT

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three souls in the wild
living amongst the beasts
drenched in blood and spirits
draped in mud and leaves
savages we all are
at least we can admit it
savages we all are
at least we can be free
to save ourselves from the fall
twisting in the wind so far from it all
trying to find what we once were
tracing circles in the dirt
we're learning to live bit by bit
break your instruments
it's all gone to shit now
break your instruments
it's all gone to shit
so many nights and so many days
we've wasted away we're wasting away
what are we left with?
some sense of urgency?
a fear of moving on?
onto a path unseen?
death still rides a pale horse
and I know that he's calling for us
if you hear the cold winds howling
then you'll know he's calling for us

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from YARD MEAT, released May 16, 2014

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