All of Them Witches

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ALL OF THEM WITCHES
Spent the aughts as an outlaw.
Got shot down, but came back for more.
Somewhere between bastard sons and chosen ones.
Summer sun burned blistered backs.
Patched up cracks instead of facing facts.
Somewhere between bastard sons and chosen ones.
Hold your ground against the rising tide.
Try to survive with no one left on your side.
Raise a glass and have a toast
to breaking dreams and chasing ghosts.
Somewhere between bastard sons and chosen ones.
If I should die beyond the county line,
please tell my mother that I went out trying.
Somewhere between bastard sons and chosen ones.
Screaming at the world but the world wouldn’t listen

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from COLD CREEP, released April 12, 2016

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