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A Bird for the Worms

from Never Knows Best by O' God the White Whale

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I came down from my tower and found no world I could live in and I can go back up with no repercussions.

But I can never forget that I was born from death and my plenty comes from pain. They ended before I began and this is a war that they can never win.

Crying for the food you don’t eat, making the clothes you never wore and you never have to know it.
Oh, privileged youth it’s raining out but you sit dry inside you room. A room with no windows.
Hidden hands keeping you aloft, conveniently invisible.
Ignore it, it doesn’t effect you. Denial brings comfort.

Take off your fucking blindfolds.

The birds will die to feed to worms like us.

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from Never Knows Best, released June 29, 2012

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O' God the White Whale Carrboro, North Carolina

Emotional hardcore from Carrboro, NC. Sad songs for cats and sometimes people.

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