People change, for better or worse.
Please take these faults and bury them, let's see what grows inside the ground so we can devastate it.
Please take our young and bury them, they're safer underground than with they're family and friends.
I want something new to think about, you irritate the skin that wraps around my arms.
I want some new eyes to look around, these ones are blistered from the bright lights in this town.
I'm sorry that I'm not the man I used to be but it's all just consequential post traumatic stress relieved.
Words fog your lenses and it's a hazy world you see, but that consequence makes a lot of sense when you consider how we breathe.
Please take these faults and bury them, the ground is unforgiving, we're at its mercy til the end.
Please take our young and bury them, they'll grow as liabilities and they'll blossom into death.
I have something new to think about, it irritates the skin that wraps around my arms,
I have some new eyes to look around, they're getting blistered from the bright lights in this town.
In this town my time is running out.
released May 19, 2011
Written and performed by Marches and Maneuvers
Recorded and produced by Darron Atkinson
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