A diet designed only to agitate
A veil of pride and gospel truth
To cover the hidden fist that he used
And I won't say a word
You've sewn me in my skin
Hypocrite walking stick man
Silent grave
And the sunken heel kinda slows me down
Dogs and children lift their legs
To tattoo a teenage mothers breasts
Widows of precocious days
Wear slogans resurrected late
Parables for wooden ears
Steer vehicles of wisdom
All the wisdom
And I won't say a word
You've sewn me in my skin
Hypocrite walking stick man
Silent grave
And the sunken heel kinda lights my way
And I won't say a word
You've sewn me in my skin
Hypocrite walking stick man
Silent grave
Spoon fed from a dirty plate A diet designed only to agitate A veil of pride and gospel truth To cover the hidden fist that he used And I won't say a word You've sewn me in my skin Hypocrite walking stick man Silent grave And the sunken heel kinda slows me down Dogs and children lift their legs To tattoo a teenage mothers breasts Widows of precocious days Wear slogans resurrected late Parables for wooden ears Steer vehicles of wisdom All the wisdom And I won't say a word You've sewn me in my skin Hypocrite walking stick man Silent grave And the sunken heel kinda lights my way And I won't say a word You've sewn me in my skin Hypocrite walking stick man Silent grave Explain Request ×
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