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The face of a false prophet Carved into my mother's spine He's telling me this mountain was my birthright He's telling me I'm a good little boy For keeping my mouth shut In the valley of the shadow of death Is manifest destiny's glowing ground zero I'm watching it shiver with moths Like a hand about to strike This is what fear looks like When the question shifts from if to when And are you even listening? I taste blood on my tongue I taste blood on my tongue I taste blood on my tongue I taste blood on my tongue Time to clean my wounds in the river Sending my body down