Track VI

The horses howl, and Perceval lashes out
Kicks Red Boy up to his guts, and the posse laughs and shouts

Kaye stares down the mare
"You're hidin' something rare
Behind those sooty eyes. Calm now, else you're gonna die
You just look down—fix those eyes to the ground
Ain't no divinity up there who's gonna set you free
No help is comin' down, the sky don't care about this town—
This waste is just a den of creeps, where bullets and life are cheap!"



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ian Haliechuk, Damian Abraham, Sandy Miranda, Jonah Falco, Tuka Mohammed, Maegan Lucy Mary Brooks
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