Justin Peter Kinkel-Schuster
brake dust
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Lay me on the other side of conscience
Other side of God
Palm cool water onto my forehead
Sing me a song
leaning
on
the
everlasting
arms
just
a
closer
walk
with
thee
is
all
I
want
I shot a sparrow in mama's garden
Next to a rose
I shot my brother in his right hand
When he ratted me out
brother
how
much
do
you
want
to
bet?
well
how
much
have
you
got?
That's all he said
Sunday morning, choking on brake dust
Feeling me rust
How will I know when I am broken
And I've had enough?
Just take your sins and make them feel like loves
It's just a simple trick I've taught myself