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letra de the butcher of mercy street - the celestial parlour orchestra

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-i sold knives to boys with dead-end eyes,-
-taught them how to carve prayers from lies.-
-my hands stink of blood and grace—-
-mercy’s a language this town erases.-

-now they call me king of the unmarked graves,-
-my crown’s a bullet, my scepter’s a shiv.-
-i built this h-ll with the bones i saved—-
-the butcher’s the saint when the law won’t forgive.-

-the widow spits curses, her rent’s overdue,-
-her son’s my best thief, her god’s my tattoo.-
-the neon cross fl!ckers above the p-wn shop door—-
-“salvation’s a debt, and i’m the f-cking loan officer.”-

-now they call me king of the unmarked graves,-
-my crown’s a bullet, my scepter’s a shiv.-
-i built this h-ll with the bones i saved—-
-the butcher’s the saint when the law won’t forgive.-

-the cop’s new boots track mud on my floor,-
-his badge shines like the sh-t i ignore.-
-he whispers, “we’re twins in different suits—-
-you k!ll for the streets. i k!ll for the statutes.”-

-the tenements hum my lullaby of rust,-
-their pipes bleed the hymns of the dust.-
-i’ll die as i lived: half wolf, half shrine—-
-the butcher, the savior, the fault line.-

- the celestial parlour orchestra

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