Robert Pollard - Folded Claws

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3 steps inside
Where the ageless engraver
Inscribes what now i know
Ink from the rose
For the eulogies
Written on pages
Now seem gone
And come to us down from them
High praise to backlash
Heal my head
So scream the masses
Heal my head
I come out shrivilized
Though not quick to finder
Try just sit still
I’m to know her
These aren’t faces of hostages
You can’t just tell
Shaking the length of the dream
Sorting through levels between
Hanging around