Vain Remedies from Goo Seneck by mark bingham

There is no rest for a man torn to pieces / betrayed and condemned Isolated from the world from his neighbors from his children from his friends
vain remedies, prescribed to the living
vain remedies not saved or forgiven faith is never faithful just prayer and disease No one crosses over with vain remedies

a child came to me wondering what should I ask for ? the head of a killer ? or the hand of a thief

some say the wheels of the nation came off a long time ago some say that we're lost and lonely some say it's too late to go some say that vanity is glue well

who, who put such thoughts in your mind,
who gave you such notions? it’s in the air, it’s everywhere, but it has nothing to do with your smothering devotion

enough with sanctified not fully satisfied without the class divide on paper looking good run run to get away to life without a net to places off the grid to chase the dogs away

vain remedies, prescribed to the living vain remedies not saved or forgiven Faith is never faithful just prayer and disease No one crosses over with vain remedies

a child came to me wondering what should I ask for ? the head of a killer ? or the hand of a thief

There is no rest for a man torn to pieces / betrayed and condemned Isolated from the world from his neighbors from his children from his friends

lets talk anesthetized corrupt a saint tonight let's talk of grave and worms let's take the blood and germs let's pluck the happy flowers let's split that hair in ten all hell will sit for this my long departed friend

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