Succulent from TAR by Bird Problems

For every brick that I have laid
And every glimmer of the spade
I hang between myself and the fallen
Now at my door you congregate
This is my space, this is mine!

Legacy, averting my eyes, it’s over

So keep your knife trained, stay true to the
Path that brought you into my sight
Now have you come to punish me, Philomela?
You know my face,
The mask from which you draw your name:
Trespasser

The man I knew died weeks ago
Yea this is just a shell

Now I implore you
To keep the howling down
And let us sleep

Well you’ve inherited this pain
Don't wrap me up in your
Modicum misery

Rise from the earth, my chosen
Up from your knees and face me
Brother

Get out of my head

We, the kings of our time
Now you've come again just to
Oust me shamelessly, usurper
Don’t wrap me up in your bodiless
Modicum misery, scavenging for what to eat

All you've locked away
Has come kicking, screaming
Remnants of our fate
How our heroes have fallen

Every day you walked around
I was waiting on my pound
Of flesh
You’ll be crooked, never found
I'll be feeding overground

Lah-dah-dah
Lah-dah-dah
Lah-dah-dah

Ha-ha-ha-ha, yes

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