Die in Canton

There was a time
When I used to dream
Decaying reveries
Sterile and bleak
I toss and turn
But I barely sleep
These crimson hands
Count slaughtered sheep

I can't die
Oh no
Can't ditch this flesh
Here in Canton, Ohio
These dirty streets
That I call my home
They kill me softly
They kill me slow

I used to fly
To uncharted lands
Carried endless stories
No one cared to understand
Through splintered glass
Reflects a shattered man
Clipped, bleeding wings
Dismayed and damned

I can't die
Oh no
Can't ditch this flesh
Here in Canton, Ohio
These dirty streets
That I call my home
They kill me softly
They kill me slow

Another wasted year
No single thing has changed
Same hat, same faded jeans
Same masochistic pain
Recycled chords
Stale, sickening complaints
Crooked, patronizing grins
To mask my plaguing shame

I can't die
Oh no
Can't ditch this flesh
Here in Canton, Ohio
These dirty streets
That I call my home
They kill me softly
They kill me slow

I can't die
Oh no
Can't ditch this flesh
Here in Canton, Ohio
These dirty streets
That I call my home
They kill me softly
They kill me slow



Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Neiman
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