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Adopted Son

from We Are All Uneven by Psychic Haircut

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Where are you now?
And where can I go?
And who will take care
Of my adopted son?
There’s a place I’d like to go
Beyond forests red with blood
Where children play in un-poisoned snow.

Gold faced twins mock the dark
And I weep at the feet of unstained glass.

I’d like to give you all my halloweens
And stuff them with the circus queens
That used to sing to me at night
And if the scarecrow runs away
Soon she’ll find her way home someday
And I’ll be out all night.

Scarecrow asks me if I am real
And how much longer I am going to wait
There’s a paralyzing fear that’s lead me astray
Cold sweats wake me from un-decaying sleep

How much longer can I stay?
As good things come to those who wait.

The truth is in the water
It’s out among the dark.
The light is growing colder
Drowning with the arc.
But the light is in your eyes.

Look out animal you know scarecrows aim to kill
And your adopted son cannot help you this time around
Precious metals drip from your eyes
As you cannot see beyond the silver lining

Of clouds that surround your head in time
As good things come to those who fight

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from We Are All Uneven, released April 16, 2022

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