Michael Slumber - St. Toad

I dreamed carelessly
And saw what was not there
I read the text in my own voice
I cursed the gods that were not there

St. Toad

I lived aimlessly
Believed life was fair
Saw my dreams within my reach
And woke to cold suns glare

St. Toad

You'll be paid what they say and not a penny more
Toad's the pest who did their best and ended up with less
You will do what they say, now not another word
If you disagree it's your head next for the chopping board

Written by:
Michael Brown

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