Giant Sand
Raw
The clouds turned into spiny chestnut shellsAnd when they'd rain down my skin would swell.And the morning song birds were replaced with crowAnd the spiny shelled rain would stick to me like Velcro.The beat up tin I'd like to call my carWould deliver me and all to only a lonely barAnd I would ponder this disease like a peeling onion skin stripteaseAnd I would live to let it win.When I was raw.(When I was wrong.)Being way too tall for any self regulation,I'd invite the devil in and his entire nationWhat in tarnation?Being way too small to let any angel love meI would spit on the ground they shadowedAnd in the air they flew above me.When I was raw.(when I was wrong.)When I was raw.It took a year or twoTo scavenge what was left.Now I walk with much more rhythmOver the mines I might've dug and left.SongtexteI was so tainted when I set themBeing blinded from rage.Now I glide until I stumbleBut now they fail to engage.Mmmmmmmmm
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