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Bet the Farm

from Cataclysm Risqué by Psychoid

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I’ve got all that I could need.
Got a house and a deed.
Nothing out there can touch me,
‘cause I keep my receipts.

I keep an eye on perception.
Neighbors all think I’m a saint.
I keep the grass low, and make the house neat.
I know what’s at stake.

But God made plans and
from the the sky
came a bolt of Zeus’s intent,
to level the fields
of the dumb and the wise
no matter if they will repent.
Then contend with the torrents
that suck up the sea.
The fires that rage in the hills.
Our lungs they are collapsing as we
silently swallow our pills.

No I don’t want your pity
Don’t fill my mailbox with your thoughts
The only dog ever bit me,
was the one that you lost.

You really thought it wouldn’t matter.
You really thought you could keep it contained.
But now my world it is shattered,
and no one is safe.

Let rage flow up and over the hills.
Let Ares declare victory.
Teach children to shoot.
Teach our souls to master the art of death by degrees,
then retreat back home,
my place to retire,
undressing as I’m raising the blinds.
I know in my bones it is perilous out there.
We’re better off inside,
until it’s time
to die.

I’m pretty dug in here.
I bet the farm.
Hope I don’t sound insincere
if I raise the alarm.
But I didn’t choose to be born here.
It was all that I knew.
I watched it disappear.
Now I will too.

credits

from Cataclysm Risqué, released June 3, 2022
music and lyrics by Josh Stanley

bass guitar - Jeffery Smith
drums, guitars, voice - Josh Stanley

mixed by Josh Stanley
mastered by Seth Engel

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