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homily - son anthony lyrics

the calvary when thinking as i falter
stressed out now. stomach bleeding from the ulcers
walk up to the alter with my offerings to barter
where my soul be hereafter even though i gave no thought toward
the consequences of every bad deed committed
every time i said god followed by an expletive
i get the gist. this message is to help
avoid the pestilence and any othеr plague
you may experiеnce from living
can’t turn back time and i can’t change what happened
looking back in anger had me hanging on reactions
gratifying, naturally. the exodus of masses led
by me and me alone to atone for my actions

we in the middle have been serving enough
some devout to up high while lowest sub serves
to give into desire but the fire it burns
and the lesson we learned here is…

i’m at the finish line in a tortoise sh*ll to prove a point
that hare’s compression to me is unfair and devoid of
awareness that i bear an enormous sh*ll on my back
that weighs me down but i won’t let it take me down and out that fast
i’m the itsty bitsy spider climbing up the waterspout
no drought in the forecast. it’s maxing me out
of every leg i have to get up top the spout again
left me with only one question “if not now, then when”
i wish i had another cause to die for
one that’s nonviable
i’m liable to smile if i cry first
then that feels rewarding
it feels like that i’ve earned it
the warning signs are lit up like the tree on christmas morning
we in the middle have been serving enough
some devout to up high while lowest sub serves
to give into desire but the fire it burns
and the lesson we learned here is…

that by spending time with them is deleterious to what
i’ve spent a serious amount of time cutting from my life
yo the cuddling has fuddled me
and curse my mannerisms. now i have to live with this
until an aneurysm gets me
the propeller blades that lift me up
and carry me to safety
are of the same make of jeff mangum’s aeroplane
handguns serenade my soul as i lay
and begin to drift off to what ever h*ll awaits
its incessant at this point. i’m sure you’ve grown weary
hearing about everything that makes me teary eyed yearly
we’re in the end times and though they may seem dreary
remember that you know that you can smile

also
the luxuries that others seem to have just isn’t just to me
i wouldn’t mind the huxley way of life but i find suffering
a key to being human but at someone’s expense?
i’ll see your wicked ways combusted if you come interject
i feel my stomach is sick after something you said
i should have known better, i should have played dead
i say that now but fabricating in my head
the way the things could play out without living it instead will k!ll me
10*4 good buddy. lets commence to break bread
if tastes stale sorry. i’ve had no one to share it with
for decades
phased out. i’ve had enough already
if it won’t bring on the death me i could not give a f*ck
she’s as pretty as she is deadly
so i have to watch my step unless
the path is clear of branches and there’s light to guide my trek
in the event the threshold breaks and it shows i can’t stand it
leave me on my own for i’m pr*ne to be abandoned..

- son anthony lyrics

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