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Behold, My Beloved Crescent Stone!
by One Lovers
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I'm not here for no applause, I lay under tides like Jaws
Open arms, what you offered, but I left with scars
I looked over at the sky
Like is it ours?
I heard no answer, frauds arrive, like what are the chances?
Mangas Coloradas, never stubborn, I knew when the package landed
Driven to kill, your mission's something like a jazz standard
Sauntered to the fort, charred hands in my coat, inside I hear laughter
Promised me protection, left me landless
Rain dances can't cover the cost of what I owed to the man
Stray dogs head for the hills like they're aware of the plan
My foot skips up, I can't even stand where I was born
My pocket's torn, there's nothing trivial about war
Long walks through grasslands, can't help but think I've been here before
Head count, someone's missing, ignored
Stained doors open, there's more earth to explore
I burn grass to keep warm, mechanical crows in uniform
Swarm till everyone I knew was gone
In the distance, dissonant, I hear a faint song
Spare time was a blessing
You can't go far if you're always second guessing
I step forward, getting bested
Searching for the sacred soul, I fall to my knees when I realize that I left it
"Turn here at the exit"
I kept driving like I didn't get the message
Behold my beloved crescent stone
She laughs until the targets turn to bone
Catacombs hold tombs of men I've never known
Still I venture just to hold up my phone
Gaslight till the stove can provide for eleven homes
I'm sleepless, only manage to fall when I hear the drone
Behold my beloved crescent stone
She laughs until the targets turn to bone
Catacombs hold tombs of men I've never known
Still I venture just to hold up my phone
Gaslight till the stove can provide for eleven homes
I'm sleepless, only manage to fall when I hear the drone
When I hear the drone
When I hear the drone
And I literally, I prayed on this yesterday, right
It was in my prayer, like, forgive me for the times that I
that I haven't really treated what's been bestowed on me
like the blessing that it is
Which is sometimes just simply enjoying
I'm not here for no applause, I lay under tides like Jaws
Open arms, what you offered, but I left with scars
I looked over at the sky
Like is it ours?
I heard no answer, frauds arrive, like what are the chances?
Mangas Coloradas, never stubborn, I knew when the package landed
Driven to kill, your mission's something like a jazz standard
Sauntered to the fort, charred hands in my coat, inside I hear laughter
Promised me protection, left me landless
Rain dances can't cover the cost of what I owed to the man
Stray dogs head for the hills like they're aware of the plan
My foot skips up, I can't even stand where I was born
My pocket's torn, there's nothing trivial about war
Long walks through grasslands, can't help but think I've been here before
Head count, someone's missing, ignored
Stained doors open, there's more earth to explore
I burn grass to keep warm, mechanical crows in uniform
Swarm till everyone I knew was gone
In the distance, dissonant, I hear a faint song
Spare time was a blessing
You can't go far if you're always second guessing
I step forward, getting bested
Searching for the sacred soul, I fall to my knees when I realize that I left it
"Turn here at the exit"
I kept driving like I didn't get the message
Behold my beloved crescent stone
She laughs until the targets turn to bone
Catacombs hold tombs of men I've never known
Still I venture just to hold up my phone
Gaslight till the stove can provide for eleven homes
I'm sleepless, only manage to fall when I hear the drone
Behold my beloved crescent stone
She laughs until the targets turn to bone
Catacombs hold tombs of men I've never known
Still I venture just to hold up my phone
Gaslight till the stove can provide for eleven homes
I'm sleepless, only manage to fall when I hear the drone
When I hear the drone
When I hear the drone
And I literally, I prayed on this yesterday, right
It was in my prayer, like, forgive me for the times that I
that I haven't really treated what's been bestowed on me
like the blessing that it is
Which is sometimes just simply enjoying
