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I suppose that I wasn't the first to be graced with your presence, no
I hoped to hell that I was the last, at least
In your wake the ghosts of the living
Fragments of our lives now yours
To replay at your own leisure, you crooked bastard

I've kept an open mind for long enough to know it don't pay shit to the quality of life
I'm exhausting all the patience they had left
Just make your move, or just move on

I propose you seek other options
What if I told you that you could have your cake (and eat it too) over his dead body?
Oh, not again, you just pissed yourself
Quit shivering, you'll make a scene
Here's the blade, please be sure he understands just why

You preach to those who seem to waste their time in their own apogee
As you watch yourself regress, reshape, reduce to the rancid ideals
You've said yourself, “we only get this chance, so don't fuck it up”
From way up there it seems that all you've learned was from observation
Why not desert your post for once?

The cardinal somehow braved that whiteout, his color cutting through - his song defines you
That name rolls off their forked tongues, the once lulling tune becomes incessant screeching
How does it feel?
Does it feel good?

Now exposed for who he is and the true body count revealed, you can see that you were right
With every day you let slip by in silence, another notch etched in
One more soul fed to the sharks

The cardinal somehow braved that whiteout, his color cutting through - his song defines you
That name rolls off their forked tongues, the once lulling tune becomes incessant screeching
Branch by branch, he fought the winds; if perched too long, the snow and ice would claim him
How does it feel?

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from Blessed You're Still, released March 9, 2015

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