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Chalk Dust Torture Lyrics

Lyrics:

(Anastasio/Marshall)
© Who Is She? Music (BMI)

Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
Iím Jezmund the family berzerker
Iím bought for the price of a flagon of rice
The wind buffs the cabin
You speak of your life
Or more willingly Locust the Lurker

Confuse what you can of the ending
And revise your despise so impending
ĎCause I soak on the wrath
That you didnít quite mask
Iím getting it clearly through alternate paths
Or mixed in with the signal youíre sending

But who can unlearn all the facts that Iíve learned
As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
Canít this wait ítil Iím old
Canít I live while Iím young?

But no peace for Jezmund tonight
I plug the distress tube up tight
And watch what I say as it flutters away
And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay
Not to educate somebodyís fright

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