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Written by Timothy Buchanan

Artwork by Yulier Rodriguez
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Video:
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lyrics

Retrofit the firing walls
Into canvases of the state
Tell us our fathers were our enemies
Their splattered blood the paint

the bruise burns on our mothers
the lipstick and rouge of cultivation
Police beating to the surface their beauty
Redemption through rehabilitation


So clamp on
To your skull
The vice
That squeezes wrong into right

Or ask God
In the dark
To give us peace
in our sleep tonight


The furious fists from the lips
Are the new scriptures
Yes, our history changes daily
According to who is in the graven pictures

Your starvation is fasting
Longing for your children your sacrifice
Our leader’s gluttony is so they may stay strong
while protecting our paradise

So clamp on
To your skull
The vice
That squeezes wrong into right

Or ask God
In the dark
To give us peace
in our sleep tonight


And if you should escape
And gain your liberty
You’re going to be called a liar
By the free devoted to tyranny

They’ll refuse to hear the screams
Echoing in your ears
Those mass graves, cracked eggs
Or you’re a paid agent of fear

They will tell ya your joy’s a facade
Freedom is a prison of the slipshod
A full belly is a Famine
Getting by is devotion to mammon

And by their, own volition
they will seek your submission or perdition
And if you should fear, one thing
It’s the madness that these scenes can bring


The whip can force feet in a certain direction
The pliers can pull from tongues false confessions
But the soul and creation’s vibrations
are buried deep, safe away, from their, pervasion

That’s why, when their boots, tracking filth, march away
And you wipe, your blood, and their spit, from your face
You can grin, knowing, that your scars are seen through the bars
By He, who hums, to you, with the stars

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released January 14, 2021
Additional voice: Yanelys Nuñez

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Grey Wood Wrapped in Wire Kentucky

Pretty much my low-fi digital tombstone.


"These new songs are passing the snowy porch with a 6-pack of Light Sky and headphones test with flying colors!" - Derek Luptak, poet

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