No Wishbones

Be aware! Circles of despair Quickly, quickly try and run Corner kings The corner kings they come Their hordes of fear Their eyes are near Weeping wounds, weeping wounds, wounds You gotta try and run Get out now Corner kings The corner kings they come Their hordes of fear Their eyes are near No questions asked All alone Open palms They tell you it’s got to be this way This way Dusty paths by a canvas roof Waiting for rain The devil in him, the peril in you Waiting for rainfall Interlinked, silver palmed and armed Aloof, aloof alliances No wishbones, no wishbones, no home This darkness in which such evil seed are sown Gun men come, show them who’s in charge Secret servants of the golden palm Corner kings The corner kings they come Their hordes of fear Their eyes are near Looking through tinted glass All alone Open palms They tell you it’s got to be this way This way All alone Open palms They tell you it’s always been this way This way Dusty paths by a canvas roof Waiting for rain The devil in him, the peril in you Waiting for rainfall When you look into their eyes Waiting for rain Too empty to even cry The rain never fell Looking through tinted glass Those broken eyed vessels Lost in repetition From the day they saw dawn No questions asked They just carry on Fear can turn those tears into gold The puppeteers Art of manipulation Pockets full of gold Art of manipulation Is what they sold Lies! Darkness! Pure evil! Vile! Yeah, they’re drinking Cholera in their water While they try to stay alive ‘Cause there ain’t enough water in the well See my reflection But who am I to say? A spectator, just like you! A commentator, just like you! Why? Why? Why?

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026