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• Artiste: Subtle
• Titre: Hollow Hollered
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Your blood owns no bones, with mailmen in your home holding a kinfe to your poems. To hollow all you've sown and holler goner you'rou owned... and supposing you was meant to be bent born some sorta alw man, with the poise of an intellectual and hunch of a clerk, the disposition of a saint and they'd say... he is always with cancel eye and ever correct... and knowing that are you less In the ever so complicated endeavor of a human death. There are only two species set to death on earth... The creature of choice. And the creature... Where in the human who, Are you? and supposing you was meant to be bent sole keeper Of the kilometer long list of things certain to be so. The human plight right there in the 1's and 0's. And he who knows all that's owed you'd think would be considerably more fearless, unless of course, he feels this heat of something coming to adjust his eminence accordingly. To go on stealing poems, from the homed armed with only a key comb letter opener carved from bone wish, with which to pick the simple levers of locks to fly things well beyond the sky of your clock Your blood owns no bones, with mailmen in your home holding a knife to your poems. To hollow all you've sown and holler goner you're owned... (Thanks to Ryan for these lyrics)