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P​.​T. Blues

from The Bloodmonths by Boy Rex

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I've got wringing hands and they're raw. A tanned leather red I never asked from the sun. Maybe it's a penance for the sins I've committed? Or maybe it's just the way things are gonna be now that I've lost my mind. The world's all on fire and I won't make the water in time... I've got wringing hands and they're raw. A hold over burn from the last good sun . Maybe it's prophetic? Or I'm just pathetic. Or maybe it's just the way things are gonna be now that I've lost my mind. The world's all on fire and I won't make the water in time to save myself from the bloodmonths calling at my window. From thrashing limbs against the glass. I'm rattled. The earth is roaring/ I'm resting eyes inside of my palms -- I'd rather put faith in flesh than the bloodmonths calling at my window. I've got wringing hands and they're raw.

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from The Bloodmonths, released February 16, 2016

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