met your ghost on the corner speaking in riddles shuffling to and fro can't tell if it's even you wonder if you know where you left this thing gray scale blur in boots and jeans flagging down cars it thinks it knows from beyond the grave still trying to score the same fix that dropped you every single night can't shake this feeling gears as old as time churning underground hills grown over ancient machines sinkholes poised to show what you ain't ready to see waiting on the great undoing lying on the roof with the ladder taken away counting blackbirds on the power lines watching the clouds go rolling by every fucking day ask me where i've been been up on the mountain fishing the stream dodging all the phones down in the town they ring with people who want me deep in the holes that they dug for themselves under the rocks they hauled over themselves they want pieces of us on the mantle they crawl, they crave, they cry out for our blood every living thing
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