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Goddamn you and the country and the war
Yeah you make a little money just to make a little more
You spend all of that money from your ill-begotten gains
What’s the point of all this bleeding when it’s flowing through your veins
Goddamn your lies said the son unto the man
There’s no God and there’s no heaven, just some water and some land
Take solace in the struggle for someone that you can mourn
You’re too close for coexistence, yet to far away to warn

I ‘spose that star will burn out any minute
Can’t stand my ground when all we do is fret it
I waste my time on all these questions, you know
I can’t hold on, instead I’m setting it go
Rotting out, on the sea

God bless you, said to the father to the son
Lots of luck with all that nihilism, can’t be that much fun
When stepping to the gates and Saint Peter calls your name
All you’ve got is your excuses for your lack of faith in anything
I can’t break bread with a man who doesn’t mourn
‘Stead of siding with humanity, he claims to be reborn
Said the son unto the man, as he’s walking out the door
You did a fine job taking me to church
So critical

And she knows that, I know that
She writes fiction to her friends
And everybody saw it coming
Too vacant to realize
There is nothing we can do
Or say to make it evident

I can’t hold on
We can’t hold on

I ‘spose that star will burn out any minute
Can’t stand my ground when all we do is fret it
I waste my time on all these questions, you know
I can’t hold on, instead I’m setting it go
I ‘spose I’d walk out to the city limits
Your ghost still haunts me but I won’t admit it
We won’t escape til your star burns away

I ‘spose I could get over this
Extend my fingers from fists and climb
Rotting out
The chill of an idiot wind blows all night when it’s winter time
Rotting out

Say you got diseases, but ain’t no type of medicine
Body’s in distress from the heart into the head
No confession for your sins, there’s not reason for your penitence
We stand outside the church while the grievance is nailed to the wall

Burn it out.

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from Ghost Be Gone, released October 16, 2015

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