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With Slander For a Blade - Dirt Poor Robins
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With Slander For a Blade Dirt Poor Robins

With Slander For a Blade - Dirt Poor Robins
Why is malice on my mind tonight
The wine and meat I eat
Can't touch this hunger that is flaring
Still the air turns to heat

I'm fixed upon my knife
I'm blinded by its glare

A candle lights your mockery
You're wakening my wrath
All common decency is draining from me
Listening to you laugh

I've a taste for blood
Against your casual affairs

Folly
This is folly
For the joy that it brings
Is fleeting

Each night outside my window I see them work
Observe them stalking prey like predators as they talked and flirt
They melt your mind like wax
To seal their haunting display
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