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FACES

Your brain makes faces out of random patterns
But you don't see the faces in the street
That connects you to your lunchmeat
You seen the virgin mary in a grilled cheese sammich
But you don't see the faces in the web
As they fall silent into a suicide net
Or get stalked by a death squad
So you can drive a hot rod
And vacation in Cape Cod
Listen to the word of God on your iPod
Yeh you don't see the faces
Of the invisible cases
But you sure as shit see the face of christ in a potato chip

You argue the logic
But the kid who made your shoes has got colic
Maybe it's just genetic
Maybe it's your own filth that makes you so pathetic
And greedy
And needy
You got a Hefty bag full of your bullshit fucking feelings
To dump out on your analyst's couch
While a Honduran at the border has her children taken by government agents
And given to a White couple at your church

And you don't see their faces
No you don't see their faces

But you see a man in the moon
And he is sure as shit smiling down on you

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from Occult Character - The Song Remains The Stain, released June 30, 2021

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