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Cripple And Casino - …And Gentlemen

from With High Regards by CRIPPLE AND CASINO

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Savages nobles we are born
In a screaming mess, to mothers torn
Bloody loafs of freedom then
Passed into the grip of trained women
They were schooled to clean us up
Wrap us firmly, silent our shout
Plug us into mommy's chest
She will teach us, she will know what's best

Our fathers are taxidermists
Our mothers assistants
To make us all pretty flasks to hold emptiness

Which dress should I wear to the funeral of my soul?
I've chosen this blank stare
Does it fit my role?

Sometimes we're the binders of our chains
To our Abels, often, we're the Cains
Will we rid our daughters of our pain
Or spend our lives taking breaths in vain?

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from With High Regards, released February 12, 2013

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