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Taste Your Hate

from Charm Machine by Pastel Hell

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Got your kicks so far
(But) don’t be late
His grip feels like fire
Don’t be late
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The hope
it tolerates you now
But even the best get found out
The masque that you staged unspools
The last call light
Can be so cruel

Our sickness thrives in silence
But moves like spring
Toward a bloom
A metal musk
Pervades
& I believe
That I can taste your hate
Taste your hate

Nice of you
To keep us in your thoughts
If I can’t blame you
Please tell me where to start
Just deny until you die
What of the white bread?
& what of the rye?

One by one
We just can’t have no fun
Up in America
Land of the…. (gun)

The soap
It separates you now
Between the clean
& dirty-mouthed
Aren’t there kids no more?
In those quiet houses

The privilege thrives in silence
Did you blow through
Your allowance?
Call a spade a spade
I can taste your hate
Tastes like lead

Nice of you
To keep us in your prayers
If I can’t blame you
Please tell me where to stare
Oh it’s the same dream every night
In-Cel Santa, by computer light
Polishing his .45

Five by five
Ah ah ah stayin alive
Up in Americay
Land of the Gunslingers

Frozen in fear
Frozen in time
Odds are you’ll find us
In any randomly-chosen headline
Let Rambo recline
In the home of the depraved

One day that red star will shatter
On a day you saved for Jesus
While we weary heathens battle on
In search of the soil
That shall receive us

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from Charm Machine, released November 15, 2023

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