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Slowly mending old wounds.
Is a burden to the sunken child
I lifted and carried.
Lifted and carried off to the stone hearts of the angry son, who now stands before you.
Angry son who has done his swallowing, 21 years worth of bitten pills.
Bitten pills he's collected like the falling pieces of broken ground which he now moves on.
My ground so unsettled, the feet are ... sunken arrow.
Still he moves on, pay no attention to...(?)
There's not the stolen land, there's not the stolen land that makes me angry.
It's the smile that I stole.
How could you look upon the sky and say that you own the sky?
How could you stand upon land and say that you own the land?

We say(?)... stolen smile

All these effortless moments we've spent, are waiting our moments in gravity.
...from a heavenly(?) new ingredient.
But still I move on.
This is not my land
This is not mine
This is not mine

Effortlessly angels sigh.
And I stand and I am not moving.
And I stand right here and I am not moving.
Look me in they eye when you say that father, look me in the eye when you say that.
How could you look upon a midnight sky and say the you own the midnight sky?
... beutiful...
And I can look upon the shadow...(?)
Look at you father, collecting your prizes.
Your objects of your desire(?)
Look at you father, neglect our mother, remember every word you said father.

the...house that's burned to the ground.
In the name of your dollar bill father
I remember every word you said father.
Where is our mother father.
Standing silently, trembling.
I remember every word you said father, I remember every word you said
As I stand now I am the Angry Son, ... angry son father.
I remember every word you said father, every word.

Every word you said father, they go through my head.
... mother
Your many names father, your many names.
Sexism, racism, ephisism(?).
Your many names father that we know you by.
Mother stands trembled(?), mother stands lying on the ground bleeding.
Where are you father?
But I am here father, I am the angry son.

How could you stand here father
How could you stand here father
THIS IS THE MOMENT...

I am the angry son.
I am the angry son.
I am the angry son.
I am the angry son.

How could you say, it’s nothing
I am the angry son,
I am the angry son.

How can you say that it’s nothing
How can you say that it’s nothing
I am the angry son,
I am the angry son.

How can you say that it’s nothing
How can you say that it’s nothing
I am the angry son,
I am the angry son.

How can you say, it’s nothing father
How can you say, it’s nothing father,
How can you say, it’s nothing father,
I am the angry son.

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