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Is it heresy
To say what you mean?
I would reshape my life with the grace you bestow
From your spoken wealth
And yet nothing comes out

A messiah with nothing to teach
And I am his prophet who's blacked out behind the wheel
It's better to stay away than to come home to disappoint

My hymn
A sad broken reprieve
I'd sing with a delicate lisp, I'm stuttering
Still tangled in prayer
A decade of residing as a saint in the state where you left me

Jesus Christ is not the same as I
One goes to Heaven and the other just dies
Courted by disease, I'll give my air freely

It's never been much use to dream
I'll never catch up to your ideal me
But to validate your hand, I'll fold mine
Take the loot and then leave me

I keep MRI results as souvenirs
Documenting my loved ones' hopes and fears
Though my brain is breaking
Like a gentleman I'm waiting
I'll get better, I'll get better

Better

Better

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from Mayday, released April 10, 2020
Lyrics by Brian Vidal
Music by Keith Allen

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The Robot's Guide to Living St. George, Utah

Brian - Vocals

Keith - Guitar, Vocals

Chad - Guitar

Cecily - Bass

Atticus - Drums

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