Succulent

By Bird Problems

On TAR

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For every brick that I have laid

And every glimmer of the spade

I hang between myself and the fallen

Now at my door you congregate

This is my space, this is mine!

Legacy, averting my eyes, it’s over

So keep your knife trained, stay true to the

Path that brought you into my sight

Now have you come to punish me, Philomela?

You know my face

The mask from which you draw your name:

Trespasser

The man I knew died weeks ago

Yea this is just a shell

Now I implore you

To keep the howling down

And let us sleep

Well you’ve inherited this pain

Don't wrap me up in your

Modicum misery

Rise from the earth, my chosen

Up from your knees and face me

Brother

Get out of my head

We, the kings of our time

Now you've come again just to

Oust me shamelessly, usurper

Don’t wrap me up in your bodiless

Modicum misery, scavenging for what to eat

All you've locked away

Has come kicking, screaming

Remnants of our fate

How our heroes have fallen

Every day you walked around

I was waiting on my pound

Of flesh

You’ll be crooked, never found

I'll be feeding overground

Lah-dah-dah

Lah-dah-dah

Lah-dah-dah

Ha-ha-ha-ha, yes