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You could’ve been anything
You could’ve been anyone
Surprise, surprise
You turned out to be a dick
A soulless, spine-free prick

You got me questioning my faith in humanity
You got me questioning my mental integrity

Oh, it’s been alright these days
On the mend, feeling light these days
Suddenly just last night
Seems my bedroom wall has grown an eye

It blinks and leaks
Into the floorboards
I start to think
There’s something wrong with me

Between the slaughterhouses, the labor camps
Another weapons contract rubber stamped
It seems human depravity knows no bounds

Lookin’ like Gregor in my bed
Feelin’ like White Sands in my head
You’re Henry Murray, I’m cousin Ted
And you’re crawling into my head
With the constant sound
Of the screaming cows
And now the tearing seams
Of the straightjacket

As I wait for Godot to arrive
As I wait for Godot to arrive

Don’t offer me healing Just let me explode
While you get put out to pasture and shot down by those
Who don’t even have thoughts of their own
No they don’t even have thoughts of their own

No they don’t even have thoughts of their own

And when Godot arrives
All the tribute acts must die
When Godot arrives
All the tribute acts must die

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from Here Lies Monty O'Blivion, released January 20, 2024

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