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You’ll never please them
For God sake, Jesus had to leave them
All the people you have known

Will not want to know you’ve grown
And that will scare them
Into living, into waking up alone

We never saw them
But we need no witnesses to know what’s wrong
All the people gather round
When dirt is found
This is dirt we stand upon
This is living, this is waking up alone

If you choose, you can paint your own truth
But the color won’t stay, it will fade away
To the naked lie
All this living, you’ve been sleeping all the time

My heroes
Cut them up, pin them to the wall
All the people, the people, condemned, right before I rest
This sleep is when I find one fine face to pin above
All this living just to lie down and love