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Album: The Vine & The Branches - EP
No flashing lights, no screaming ambulance song. Bystanders moving along assume he's drunk and asleep. December air, he's lying under the stars while we're imploring our cars to make some haste with the heat.
Is anyone responsible for this weary soul, the keeper or defender of his blood? Am I the greater man because I reap and I sow? Does that make me more worthy of your love?
The winter chill swept in without any warning, and no one is mourning as he exits the world. They'll drag him off just like a lamb to the slaughter, then contact his daughter with the burial bill.
Is anyone responsible for this weary soul, the keeper or defender of his blood? Am I the greater man because I reap and I sow? Does that make me more worthy of your love?
I see you there beneath the street lamp, oh my brother, but I am ill-prepared for such a frigid evening, so I really must keep moving. But if you scoot on over by the manhole cover, I bet you'd be a little bit warmer. As for me I'll give my thermostat a few more clicks so I can kick off my shoes without my bare feet feeling the winter chill. But please, my brother, do not mistake my acknowledgement of your condition for guilt.
See, any obligation I felt toward you passed from my hands when I deposited my spare change in the red bucket outside the grocery store, and besides, my brother, we both know you can't be trusted with money. And the shelter would've welcomed you with open arms tonight if you didn't reek of piss and alcohol. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I hear the church bells ringing and I simply musn't be late.
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