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I'd dig you up with muscle memory

from beneath the rust back home

but I'm getting the impression

you would rather be alone

convince yourself you've found a family

with the worms that line the grave

you prematurely excavate

running from what you learned to hate

so what did you find down there?

did it give you piece of mind?

thought you could get ahead

leaving others far behind

will you ball up your fist

when you're all left empty handed

and learn nothing from this

except the malice that's been planted?

searching for pride

with your head in the sand

the rope around my neck

has threads from your hand

backs to the wall with lines to measure

I turned around in darker weather

will you stab me in the back

for having the heart that you lack?

thorn in my family's side

that grew from soil fed with blood

drained from every altar's scapegoat

when the truth was not enough

convince yourself your mind is free

while your mindset has a cost

on a path to feeling nothing

for the things that will be lost

I'd dig you up with muscle memory

from beneath the rust back home

but I'm getting the impression

you would rather be alone

decades of respect rotting away

you chose to let it go

to put your faith in fascists

you convinced yourself you know

searching for pride

with your head in the sand

the rope around my neck

has threads from your hand

backs to the wall with lines to measure

I turned around in darker weather

will you stab me in the back

for having the heart that you lack?