Dirt Poor Robins
With Slander For a Blade
Why is malice on my mind tonight
The wine and meat I eat
Can't touch this hunger that is flaring
Still the air turns to heat

I'm fixed upon my knife
I'm blinded by its glare

A candle lights your mockery
You're wakening my wrath
All common decency is draining from me
Listening to you laugh

I've a taste for blood
Against your casual affairs

Folly
This is folly
For the joy that it brings
Is fleeting

Each night outside my window I see them work
Observe them stalking prey like predators as they talked and flirt
They melt your mind like wax
To seal their haunting display
For if you do not bite today, you will return rest assured
Their longing stares will echo on and on 'round every bend and curve
Until your home is frost
And your bed's in decay

Folly
This is folly
For the joy that it brings
Is fleeting

Heaven owns no place for a man who lets his family slip away
So these lives that I shall take are torrid criminals you see
For with one I save a hundred-ten
A thousand men from spreading their disease

Now this hand of justice crushes me
Crushes me

Go on and dare to glare at me, but I know you're worse
For every day you slay the innocent in your thought and word
And then so humbly return to your grander clichés

You're shielded by your forehead, it cloaks your sin from sight
But somewhere lurking deep within the fog is a stalker in the night
Who strikes down all who dissent
With slander for a blade
Folly
This is folly
For the joy that it brings
Is fleeting

Can you condemn another man's sin without adding to it?
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