A Constant Knowledge of Death - Costa-Hawkins

Each year
These walls
More ravenous

Ten percent or more

Rekeyed
These locks
More casualties

Drywall soaked in blood

Where is your just cause?

Clean cut class traitor
Trickle down crisis schemer
Elephant, blue tie

Where is your just cause?

Forty-five, survive

Bloodshot
Carpal
Production's up

Load-bearing reports extort

A wreath of nails and muscle
Broken spines and sinew pillars
And a callous-crusted roof
And I'm selling cartilage and tendons
For fragments of pumice
Scraping by, shaving off
Scarring and gnawing and shattered

Thirty three point three
Repeating
And another six and a quarter
On the commute
To burnt retinas and acid reflux
Wasted on plastic
And check stock
And Andies
How may I direct your call?

Written by:
James Goldmann, Mike Gardell

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