Voice of Disrepair

Not exactly taciturn, he shared his bottle openly
Battered, banished, ill-remembered
Terrified of something seen
We grew to reek of martyrdom
Mutual misanthropy
Certain pleasures taken from him
Never meant to want to be

Emptier, known as a number
Emptier, known as a number

Lack of luck would not explain
His traveling for safety's sanction
Standing on his head and always
Landing on his feet
Casting blame and laughing
In facetious conversation
Certain pleasures in return he
Never meant to want to be

Emptier, known as a number
Emptier, known as a number

They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn
They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn
They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn
They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn

Emptier, known as a number
Emptier, known as a number
Emptier, known as a number
Emptier, known as a number

They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn
They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn
They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn
They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn

They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn
They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn



Credits
Writer(s): Eric D Stevenson, Jonah Jay Jenkins, Craig Silverman
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