Salt (in the Wounds) of the Earth, Part 3

There you go again
Judging
You gotta count to ten
Or something
I don't know
Maybe take a couple deep breaths
Ahh
Like so

Look at all the ins and outs and call a mistrial
Where everybody wins

You know who needs a judge?
Judges
Go on tell 'em
They ain't the boss of us
Louder
Yeah
Let's hear your gavel falling with a thud
That's more like it

Everybody wins as long as no one loses
And no one should be them

And so we run you heirs of peace aground
It's hellish there unleash the hounds
To covеr your retreat
And build a barricade around

Your smoldеring beliefs
You're loathe to share because they've grown so soul-crushingly weak
And

When you've finished harvesting the fear we've sewn
We'll lay for you a famine like you've never known
Whatcha gonna do?

We've helped better wolds than yours to self-destruct
You'll all be singing what the godforsaken fuck
To no one from the bellies of your mobile phones
And we savor your damnation with our Lord below
Whatcha gonna do?
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha
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