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The Callous Daoboys
The Callous Daoboys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carson pace
Carson pace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carson pace
Carson pace
Producer
Corey Bautista
Corey Bautista
Mixing Engineer
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Engineer

Lyrics

Cardboard devils, old sex Here where the titans beg for scraps It's hard to think "Warm and peachy" (Here, do you justify the ends?) (Do you mock them where they stand?) (Do you love them for their dead?) Sitting in wait for the moon phase to change The only way, truly, to deal with this place "Half circle" To the gold rush, lover, I'll go for rights To marry you sweetly, one November night My flask will run empty Unlike the Calvary Bullet tags on my spurs on the off chance That I die in the sand Or the lawman is no bastard inception of harlot conclusions Enslaved to the lake where his paramour sleeps And if I make it west, if it takes all year I'll swallow my tongue and curse Route 66 Man, it sure would take a hollow bride To decline this dowry So everybody in the brave new world Put a saddle on the nearest creature Bow your head and do this for me Pray for this world Whatever we get, we fucking deserve Wrapped in a casket, my darling, she lay With hands on her deathbed, each morning I prayed For my violence To not be inherited Send me to hell if it means she's at peace I'll serve my sentence All senseless death can be mended But how? If you sail to the edge Starboard off the back of a grizzly I see the beginning of the ice wall Continents of olden days I must report back to my country The CIA says, "Just sit down, son" I will not be fucking silenced Radicals made by a programmer God's favorite psy-op The child you dream of, she doesn't exist She's just as fake as the space On the ground where you lay your Head I see patience growing thin True disturbance will run empty Unlike my paranoia Still stuck on the same page I disowned Still sick from the flavor of youth Found out that the poison was my own No truth to the cause No deep state lies I have seen the elephant Held its trunk in my hands I think I'm ready, November I think I'm gonna need a bullhorn To speak with charisma to the masses To everybody in the whole wide world This thing we don't speak of It's called "Living life" The end sure is nigh!
Writer(s): Carson Pace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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