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hangs low and grey
We keep our questions far from scorn
For the fear of scaring off
That one thing that keeps us warm
What does it mean if I make you

the writings on the wall?
Stoned until their death by a restless crowd.
Sieged by the creeping dogmas.
It's an ambush for quivering souls.
A deepest downfall

I'll give all three
Too long have I been plagued
By this morbid charade
My moral conscience grows fainter
Ailed by scorn I am the traitor
I just hope
In

Wake of the gods death of the daughter
The sword of gods aloft in the sky Its wielder possessed by Horus' eye
A swift cut through the kingdom's tile

or just turn to dust
Our minds are frayed
Worn by all this unrest
Our hearts betrayed
Scorn by men who know best
I'll wear this guilt like a scar on my

Yes, it took so long but now we are masked, our face was painted by our freaky arms
Sneaking through the stormy weather
Oh a taste of scorn lies

a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by return of post Q P.T.O.:
No-one likes a debtor, so it's better if my orders are

it out of my veins, but you inherit it
I'm a scorn to my family. A weakling, embarrassment
Yeah I prayed they'd all go straight to hell. They proved

Rising from the ashes
Nothing makes sense
Haunted by his countenance
Striving to understand the pain inside
Memories dying

Thought I had left it behind

Broken and Spilled Out

Steve Green

People Need the Lord

1994

One day a plain village woman
Driven by love for her Lord
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence
Disregarding the scorn
And once it was broken

spreading so much hateful bile
There's an outlet for these comments that are really not worthwhile

From vicious scorn to revenge porn - it's a trial by

Im hanging on by a thread
At any moment i might cut the circulation with this rope on my neck
I feel the pressure build inside it makes it hard

and torn heavy
Scorn from all the shit that I saw, it's all deady
A Nightmare running from dreams like we saw Freddy
So call Betty
Cause this shit bout'

it all up
Then it's right back to the future
I'll hop in the DeLorean
Just beware of my thorns
If you go picking exploring
Cuz I was scorn
I was torn

Slouches towards Northeast to be born
The Quickening
From podiums, madmen heap scorn
Wild-eyed bickering
The best lack all conviction
The worst claim: "it

feel scorn
The NRA got their blood Money
Laundered, they don't care who It's from
And the elite supports murders
They do it for their cause
Quarantines

poisoned rain! You pick up by the thorns the mangled roses that rose
Out of all that scorn, So that your true destiny can be born
My name is E Punto and this

my shit. We're gonna hit everything. We don't kill you
We stay by myself. I don't know I keep the bitch. I cuz she won't give it talk put any work

tree protecting the forest like nobody else
I pop that lumberjack venemous beard, had a gold digger won by the end of the year
I let it get so long I

how small we all are within it
As how short our lives are
Compared to a star
Even they would relate
Once gone supernova 

As king of my world 
By pact

The kid never had a chance
Check his train tracks to 
Decipher a hiker's path 
At first glance, they scorn 
Like a magnifying glass 
With no

The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part A

IT WAS PLEASANT UP THE COUNTRY, MR. BANJO, WHERE YOU WENT,
FOR YOU

Is a stab at the guy ahead of me
c minute long song is too long
When its all gimmicks
15 second clips of a hook
Not a song finished
Blinded by

outward
But are within full of dead men's bones
And of all uncleanness scorn and filth...

And whoso shall swear by the temple
Sweareth by it, and by him