Tuez Le Tous, Dieu Reconnaitra Les Siens

from by The Republic Of Wolves

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So we played our games 
in the dug-out graves 
Shouting curses at the dirt 
'til the Messiah showed his face, 
With his soap-stone eyes 
and his seaweed beard 
and he scolded us so sharply 
with his winding river tongue. 
It was not my place 
to be calling names 
'Cause I was the oil-spitting acid-tripping dog 

"I would like to see you at your worst" 
What's your worst? 

So you'll sleepwalk home 
in a sick moon's glow 
Just a lonely set of bones 
beside a lonely service road 
You will crack your skull 
like a rotting hull 
just to picture all the good you could've done yourself 
by picking from the tree. 

So I read the psalms 
off your painted palms 
and they drew a darker picture 
than our father would've liked. 
It is not your place 
to be digging graves 
Should have learned from my mistakes 
and left it up to fate. 

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from Varuna, released November 30, 2010

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