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Petrodollars

I have aces in my sights that jinx on me
My carcass missing of their registers and their cadaster
My face framed in their lists and their basements
The genetic code that betrays each time I move
Under absurd links on the front page, I'm decked out
To explain the origins of my sequelaes
I have the right to my lighter and my cultural essence
The rest is readable and the muzzles are following
Between the wound and the acid, and the pile of missives
The lucidity's winning but doesn't prevent the drifts
The carrot, the horsewhip guarantee the offensive
 

The Evening is Coming.

With the accurate tone,
The evening is coming.
The sun is going down.
The moon is rising.
The evening is coming.
The sun is going down.
Oh, evening is coming again.
The sun is going down.
The evening is coming.
The sun is going down.
Oh, evening is coming again.
The evening is coming.
The evening is coming.
The evening again.