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I am a scholar of the ebbing dictionary that I threw on the path where you kick up dust and there's a human shaped bird on the ground on the path by the grass by the trees hear the sound of the words. Here she is, bent to see with her eyes warm and wet choking breathes looking over the men i have slain/ cain on the ground, next to abel with their hands entwined as the voice fades outta their mind but echos and echos off me yeah, i shot the gun at those dogs; made them run round the track like a watch who's time has come. Letras de cancioneswhat you want you can get from me and the miles i walked to look in the mirror at me/ men on the ground with their hands soaked in the blood of the dirt on the land they are the ones with raised voices who said, "the environment evolved and grew legs to walk away from the environment" and that "plants have evolved into cities and pavement" and they were WRONG so i shot them down ran on foot to the nearest town never slept, spitting coffee grounds as a trail that would lead back to me as i slept on the train and the circles and circles we take going around and around and around and around getting dizzy, and falling flat on our face/ face down in the dirt tell me, have you seen the beauty on earth? nature cradles her womb before birth and to think that it seems some don't know what it's worth now i have become claustrophobic inside my own soapbox and i wished there was something to say to whisk the both of us away From Letras Mania