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Off their album 'Dark Flag'. I sowed the salt but the bitter weeds still grow I fear a heaven above for the hell below I wept when guilt by association started in irony Avoiding its eyes bowing three times I watched as hopes expire under the weight of standards I create and betray One day they sunk hungry fangs into the hand that feeds A hand that bleeds In trying to stifle their voices I bowed their limbs, they bowed my knees
