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Mud Stone Flowers
Your cries rip and tear me
This rusty trap of yours
I cannot budge; I fear I'd lose you
So I stick around...
I'm silent and my silence offends
No longer offering the wisdom on which you've come to depend
I'm so sorry love, but I can no longer assist…
But I will stick around.
Cowering, I see you
Floundering, I hear you
You quake, drown
Flail and fail and
And you know full well why I don't answer.
You holler, yell
Grasp tight, beg, plead
But you know full well that I can’t answer.
Six-packed, cold and bitter
So little to do but lay back as you witter
I stick around...
Once denigrated I'm degrading
Much like you with your emotional self-satiating
And, again, no, I cannot assist
But yeah, I will stick around,
With you knowing full well why I don't answer.
Cowering, you cry out
You holler and yell - I hear you
You overthink, sink, I stink
You prostrate, I rot
In this grave.
So yeah, you do know full well why I don't answer.
We've no future, you and I.
Let me sleep
Among the mud, the stone, and the flowers.
Sam D Grover - vocal
Paul West - production
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