The Elephant Man In the Room

Cardboard devils, old sex
 Here where the titans beg for scraps
 It's hard to think
 "Warm and peachy"
 (Here, do you justify the ends?)
 (Do you mock them where they stand?)
 (Do you love them for their dead?)
 Sitting in wait for the moon phase to change
 The only way, truly, to deal with this place
 "Half circle"
 To the gold rush, lover, I'll go for rights
 To marry you sweetly, one November night
 My flask will run empty
 Unlike the Calvary
 Bullet tags on my spurs on the off chance
 That I die in the sand
 Or the lawman is no bastard inception of harlot conclusions
 Enslaved to the lake where his paramour sleeps
 And if I make it west, if it takes all year
 I'll swallow my tongue and curse Route 66
 Man, it sure would take a hollow bride
 To decline this dowry
 So everybody in the brave new world
 Put a saddle on the nearest creature
 Bow your head and do this for me
 Pray for this world
 Whatever we get, we fucking deserve
 Wrapped in a casket, my darling, she lay
 With hands on her deathbed, each morning I prayed
 For my violence
 To not be inherited
 Send me to hell if it means she's at peace
 I'll serve my sentence
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 All senseless death can be mended
 But how?
 If you sail to the edge
 Starboard off the back of a grizzly
 I see the beginning of the ice wall
 Continents of olden days
 I must report back to my country
 The CIA says, "Just sit down, son"
 I will not be fucking silenced
 Radicals made by a programmer
 God's favorite psy-op
 The child you dream of, she doesn't exist
 She's just as fake as the space
 On the ground where you lay your
 Head
 I see patience growing thin
 True disturbance will run empty
 Unlike my paranoia
 Still stuck on the same page I disowned
 Still sick from the flavor of youth
 Found out that the poison was my own
 No truth to the cause
 No deep state lies
 I have seen the elephant
 Held its trunk in my hands
 I think I'm ready, November
 I think I'm gonna need a bullhorn
 To speak with charisma to the masses
 To everybody in the whole wide world
 This thing we don't speak of
 It's called "Living life"
 The end sure is nigh!