Calexico - Cruel

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Cruel, cruel grounds

Leak truths never found

Torturous ways

Whisper from the grave

A slow spun song of distortion



Bitter, bitter mouth

Spitin' out seeds of doubt

Rituals seek root

Razed before they're told

Stories break like branches in the cold



Seasons trial finds man's mistakes fair game



Careless hand

Lay and law of the land

Falls by the side

Silenced sentient cries

All within the lines of divine right



Better bury the tracks in an unclosed case



Weeds of discontent choke a broken ghost landscape



Cruel, heartless reign

Chasing short term gains

Right down to the warning signs



Birds refuse to fly

No longer trust the sky

Drifting out beyond the signals



Even the horizon is gone

Weather flees underground

Future's left to wallow in fortune's waste





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