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The Ghost On Which My Spirit Feeds

from Volume 1 : Until My Teeth Turn Into Sand by Michael Mazochi

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I don’t care for your foolish grin
No I don’t need the salt of all your sins

So find a place to lay your burdens down
And find a hole in the bloodied poisoned ground
When you get there you will find that it aint no place to cry
So hide your eyes now from your chosen god

I don’t care for the guilt that you bestow
No I don’t care for the salt of all your woe

So find a place to sleep upon the stone
And find a way to know that your alone
When you get there you will find that im gone gone gone
So hide the taste of all that you once held

I don’t care for the price of all your pain
No I don’t care for the price of all your pain

So ill find the sign of the things that have been lost
And ill find a place for the words that have been tossed
And ill find the dust of love and truth and song
And ill find the sense to help me move along
And ill find the ghost on which my spirit feeds
As I sink into the marsh among the weeds
And ill rise out of this skin so I can see you once again
For all that you once were and have become

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from Volume 1 : Until My Teeth Turn Into Sand, released January 1, 2008

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Michael Mazochi Los Angeles, California

Started folky, got rocky, then digitized.

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