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letra de dust from the road - tim the messiah trudel

i sneak in through the backdoor, the staircase creaks
as i creep up to the place where it peaks
take a seat, and we meet; no one dares to speak
it’s all hushed tones as the prairie breathes
outside i hear satan cackle
i’m unnerved by the laugh of a jackal
we chase demons with the acrid tobacco
smoke in our lungs as we hack and choke
but maybe we’re just haunted by the past
the yung’uns remind me that i’m running too fast
and so alas with the final repast
tuck ’em in and pray that til morning we last
now i know that we’re all talking scarily
but n-body’s evil inherently
so go to sleep, take a chance now and dare to dream
the lord watches over you where you sleep

i look back at the dust from the road
kicked up by the chariot as it rolls
all must end that we all must know
the good book speaks and it tells us so

we talk of ideas that enticed a nation
but madness breeds in isolation
and talks of power are quite salacious
so when we don’t have it we must fight to take it
the world’s good to us, some would like to change it
but change brings chaos, what am i to have faith in?
they say i’m dated, and i might be, maybe
be that as it may, have they the right to change me?
we’re faced now with how we built this home
in the place where the sinners and the guilty roam
gotta move on, gotta fix this wrong
or sit atop the graves that we filled with bones
the spirit moves through the jilted host
and he goes on the warpath against his foes
with the thoughts of children that he left at home
to build a better place for them to grow

i look back at the dust from the road
kicked up by the chariot as it rolls
all must end that we all must know
the good book speaks and it tells us so

i try to be the man that everybody trusts
but the tomes on my shelves are coated in dust
it’s been a long time since the last bad thought
i had on my mind for a man i bought
and even less still for the ones i fought
cuz i protect what’s mine. touch that, get shot
now my crawlsp-ce is filled with the putrid musk
of the men who tried and were thusly hushed
i look on past the vastness of time
what to do now that i’ve p-ssed every line
and i move all the pieces with a touch so fine
that n-body knows that the presence is mine?
they see an old man well past his prime
alone, and he’s only got half of his mind
so with forks and torches they approach the porch
but til this cabin is scorched away the future is mine

i look back at the dust from the road
kicked up by the chariot as it rolls
all must end that we all must know
the good book speaks and it tells us so

- tim the messiah trudel

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