Lyrics
A Scholar's Suicide
No heroics in leaking faith,
Only dull vision and the skill of the worm.
Hibernation.
I turned every stone on its back.
Carnivorous the rabid teeth and tongue,
America the beautiful bully.
Orgasms spurt like tears,
A lie so deep I fell,
Abysmal objective,
Is coming on my chest.
*The Note
(to be read over the jazz break)
To my true love,
My love please find grace in my gray intentions, a ravenous sickness has befallen
my reasoning. A lifetime of research and pursuit to unsheathe the golden American dream,
only to find a pale bloodied sword atop a mass gravesite of indigenous people.
My existence, my wisdom is now futile. I must join the earth my dear, it is my true calling.
Please forgive me,
The Scholar
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