I am seeing change in what they hang.
The plant that ate the south
Can finally make good on what it claimed.
A simmer in a thought of what was angst.
Oh beauty, come make good on what it claimed.
CHORUS
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Like angels, only angles in her art.
Like strangers, only partners playing parts.
Mary Magdalene, Gaining on the flair.
Asylums with a famer, Gaining on the heir.
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I am teasing days in who was made lame.
The weed that ate the grout
Can finally make good on what it claimed.
And what did it claim?
(To take, take back what I said.)
To fill my left side with hate in a bed.
As a dichotomy, I feel great.
Harrowing of hell inside of the heroin(e).
I got desires, and wishes against guilty ghosts.
In the name of science, let’s let Adam and Eve go.
(There’s no blood left inside my head-
Don’t worry. Only water was bled.)
(CHORUS)
Go make good on what I’ve said
By lying in some stranger’s bed.
credits
from The Derelict,
track released April 25, 2011
Guitar, vocals, drums - Zach Evington
Bass - Jason Eckard
Additional backing vocals - Gigi DeBouseux
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