Let's be patient
Let's just wait and see
How this hand turns out
Let place payments
No erasers just
Bet on karmas account
Let's rake razors
Across the face of your
Precious landscaped corral
Oh if somebody called you
It wasn't god at all
You talk in riddles and
I'm feeling present tense
Oh its a matter of cause
That you cant have caused at all
No you don't command the stop and start
But you're glad to play the part
Take that savior
And raise him higher
In a bust of broken bronze
Tell my neighbor whos
Doing fine to
Have my trust wrapped in gauze
Leave my spade
Bury hatred deep
Make it know its for naught
Oh if somebody called you
It wasn't god at all
Your making every cent
On loose sentences
Oh its a matter of fault
And you can't fake flames for moths
And ya never know how far you've gone
Til you see from where you've come
That despicable absence
Oh that hangs in the sky
I've seen photographs of
What I'm sposed to have
Saw its a matter of thought
And you can't fake praise to god
If I had one chance to take it back
Id stay true to my mishaps
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