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Terrance Trent d'Arby

from 12 Crows on a Wire by Sankofa

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lyrics

Heavy hearted, cables lacing through my ventricles
Block and tackle on my collarbone so I can heft the truth
The grind of gears leaving residue, surviving years
feels like I never move, cemented shoes and idle ears
I make a list of enemies with all my attributes
So I attack with vigor, venom then added in a blackened mood
A batch of blues and purples bruising all the foes I made
Trust Fall upon a broken blade in open graves
Trying not to poison seeds that I can hope to raise
Be examples for the folks who wait with their tropes awake
Crows feet trample smile lines, a poker face
Doing lines of what I once was, an oaken vase
Hard to earn, razor on the granite, crematoriums
Before and after with a dash for the memorials
Strive for summits, in some thought that maybe glory kills
Entrails provide the cursive of my gory bilge

Terrance Trent D’arby with the wishing well
Zinfandel sipping pimps solicit hell
Some listen well to the words and drift
No superlatives to worsen fates, may the burden sit

Dear diary, I’m eying ledges thinking why it’s me?
Tiger in the cyclodrome climbs the stones anxiety
The walls are closing and I painted them well
In the middle of a storm, the foreman paces in his cell
Replacing all the yells with silent screams, shine the sheen
A bed in which I twist and turn that I decline to clean
Tidy scenes presented for the ones who may have noticed
Keep the cracks together with some glue, the patient closest
My traits explosive, drained from trying to stay serene
Faceless motive, paint my mural with a laser beam
Removing everything, the cleanest walls of nothingness
Time to toughen skin, thicken up enough of this
A sucker with his succubus, parasitic cuddle bunny
Bloody fangs for the rust to win, to bust a chin
What must have been is my drug of choice, addicted now
A narcotic house of cards, don’t try to kick him down

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from 12 Crows on a Wire, released January 4, 2024

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