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Gavin Castleton

I heard a dynasty fall (you heard a cocoon) I'm financing walls over walls (you live in one room) I'm unearthing stucco and jade I'm a broken door Looking

Let's not fight again I'm leaving soon I'm on the plane 10,000 feet above everything I'm taking flight from you. I know my debt I'm made of you I borrowed

I wade out in the high tide on a gold beach over-loved it's the safest way to care drenched in permanent goodwill I wade out while she sleeps with

Well is it politics or pressure? Measure life for nothing lesser / stressin me for what / because you know what's better? / We're talking about those

I'm a self-appointed ?blind? missionary positioning myself to steer this bull with red eyes and fake blood into the pop wall. My sacred ground is found

On the far end of the third floor down the soft pink corridor under low-watt bulbs through alarmed double doors I woke up in Maternity Ward not that

If you're lost in the dark if you're lost in the dark let the Lord lay to rest your runnin' mind and drunken heart and when you exit from the tomb

I stepped in to bring Susan some saline the E.R. was a wreck they had nothing left everywhere was death a pile-up out on 95 and everyone had just arrived

Slave to passion for this life everlasting / heaven after death is the truth that they masking / so I'm blasting all this contradict tough talk / anglo