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Litter Creek/Raining Down Demands
Here they are our wild pledges
Watch them flee from soot to sea
Barren left with our stone vision
Trash it up and call to me
Brought to life from God forsaken
Septic through the rocks and toll
Picked upon by birds of cotton
Set upon by force unknown
Bare to mind we are mistaken
Care to think we've been mislead
But changes not to our first shaken
Head to toe we are well fed
Impose upon the artist fairground
I demand a fascination
Make believe I am your wanted
Show to me your heart's worth taken
Paint for me a sunlit sky way
All such things that make me sing
Draw the tears that know no daylight
Illustrate for your creek king
The land be ruled by hands of silken
Wrath reserved for neighbor's fool
I'll command the few grieve stricken
Raining embers down on you
I am makings of revival
Living breathing decompose
You will bend and bow so neatly
Working toil beneath my throne
And I will gladly seek your solace
Drunk and giddy from closed hands
Steep below me and I'll continue
To lay my crown upon the land.
