SHARED ARMS LYRICS

"F.O.A.B"

Dead rock never needed anything.
There’s no sun underneath the median.
In the red rock Arizona’s carrying,
a heart beat in the boulder I was burying.
Mass graves? I’ll eat my way out,
so one day I can write it down:
“The Ballad Of The Better-Off: Shame On Me!”
I’ll eat like a king when the hunger’s too humbling.

May we stay unchosen. Bitter, yet ambrosian.
Found our faults and settled in.
Dead rock don’t need a god-damned thing.

You’ll hear the fervour in their voices:
“We’ll all be dead next year!
Live on your toes, ‘cause everyone knows we’re just dime-store magic here!”

Father bomb, sing my psalm.
Shame’s no sin, so prove me wrong.

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