climbed on board, a new england steam shovel
crossed the union lines
one less machine aged crime
god i used to love you
godless, stoned, and spinning
throw the last boulder...
crushed, boned, dry
forehead met spine
I wish this mangled mess
was not always mine.
crossed the union lines
one less machine aged crime
god i used to love you
godless, stoned, and spinning
throw the last boulder...
crushed, boned, dry
forehead met spine
I wish this mangled mess
was not always mine.