Salt (In the Wounds) Of the Earth, Part 3
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There you go again, judging
You gotta count to ten
Or something, I don't know
Maybe take a couple deep breaths
Like so
Look at all the ins and outs
And call them this, child
Where everybody wins
You know who needs a judge? Judges
Go on, tell them
They ain't the boss of us
Louder, yeah
Let's see your gavel follow with a thud
That's more like it
Everybody wins as long as no one loses
And that no one should be damned
And so we run you heirs of peace aground
It's hellish there, unleash the hounds to cover your retreat
And build a barricade around your smoldering beliefs
That you loathe to share because they've grown so soul-crushingly weak
And when you've finished harvesting the fields we've sown
We'll lay for you a famine like you've never known
Whatcha gonna do?
We've built better worlds than yours to self-destruct
You'll all be singing, "What a godforsaken fuck" to no one
From the bellies of your mobile phones
As we savor your damnation without Lord or below