smallpox champion, us of a / give natives blankets / warm like the grave


sometimes you wake up
and pine for that reverie
other times you sip from a cup
and sink a bullet into that dream

there's no love lost there
there's a house in desperate need of repair

so much for american ideals
built on the blood of innocent men
bring me one last meal
i will have nothing left to defend

and stain my blood
on your privileged hands
dry my bones
wear them as jewelry
you're as charming as smallpox
wiping out the native man
you're a derelict love song
crafted in royalty


from holding my hands out: (2008​-​2016), released July 20, 2016



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