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Marginal Being

from Nothing to Save by Reproacher

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You tie their hands
And break their backs
Into corners and into the cracks
Give them purpose and false value
Tell him it will all be okay
Every man has his day
His express train to a life that isn't his

He's got the bottle or the pipe
To lift the weight from his mind
To find comfort in the gutter
Give him hands to buy
A culture to sustain his hope

And to the martyrs
The few and few
The lost blood that soaks the roots
Exemplified, eternalized, in the truth
Who died for nothing and everything too
The land where a thought meets a bullet

Marked for death
Like a curse
On the skull
Sold pain for pleasure
Head held under
The death mask calm ever on
The legs aren't moving
The body's left
It's fucking dead
Lightless eyes
Crippled hands
All these years
Fucking dead

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from Nothing to Save, released June 11, 2013

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