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Holes in the Ground, Bliss in the Skies

from Debtors by The Long Haul

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Singing riddles and rhymes, appealing to flies they feed out the lies.
How they prosper in shit and point to the sky, plead if I die.
There’s hate sewn in the seeds they plant, with towering branches reaching out.
The roots dig deep; make holes in the ground,
Watch where you walk if you fall you might not get out.
I’ll have mine, my right to die and not wonder a thing as to where the fuck I’ll be.
Oh I’m told to keep in mind all the sins I left behind,
Best kept remembered for we face them again at the end of the line?
I am no saint nor sinner, the stories you read made my ears bleed,
No saviour for sin, no bliss in the skies.
Convert, control, suppress.
There’s hate sewn in the seeds they plant, with towering branches reach higher and higher.
The roots dig deep; make holes in the ground,
Watch where you walk, if you fall you might not get out.
I’m no saint nor sinner; the language you speak means nothing to me.
I believe not fantasies nor lies, no saviour for sin no bliss in the skies.
Singing riddles and rhymes, appealing to flies you feed out the lies.
They prosper in shit; they point to the sky, plead if I die.

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from Debtors, released February 6, 2012

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