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Faiyaz Shah: Buried Under Stone

Buy and sell a currse
What could be worse?
Black market
Whack target
You lack patience like a hollow cadence
Does money solve you?
Like it solves the world
But whats the problem?
Just us and them?
After all we’re just ordinary men
And it was 1973 then
When they let the dogs eat the hen
And thats not animals
That’s us hiding the bodies like cannibals
That’s us disregarding our status as mammals
So there’s pressure on my mind
To leave this all behind
To rise above man kind
But I’m so alone
Born alone
Raised alone
Live alone
Die alone
Buried under stone
Nothing left to be shown
All that you own
Can’t help you from being alone