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Republic Of Wolves The His Old Branches Ep

Death is the devil?s work Love is a cheap card trick Truth is a poor man?s dream Thought is a quicksand maze And all my years spent cursing up the stairs

lay an axe to his old branches They dug a coal mine by your house His yelling kept you up all night All of your friends got caught between his black

cutting up your feet God was in our back yard tearing down our fence calling out our father's name again we fixed him to the floor covered up his ears

I am not the Devil under the water Pulling you down by your own wooden nails Splitting and shriveling seeping out of me God I am afraid of the songs