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Coffin Birth

from Black Hymns by The Coward Robert Ford

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You can’t remember what’s next
You’d face this mess
And your psalm is on your palm
On the tip of your tongue

And it goes, building up slow
Creating those nodes

And it goes la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la

You can’t remember what’s next
I’d face my mess
You know I mean well and that’s just it
That’s the fucked up part

You know I mean well and that’s just it
That’s the fucked up part

It goes la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

You can’t see me here
With my broken spear

You know I mean well and that’s just it
That’s the fucked up part
I know you mean well and that’s just it
That’s the fucked up part

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from Black Hymns, released June 5, 2019

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