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[ti:Hollow Hollered] [ar:Subtle] [al:Exiting Arm] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Hollow Hollered - Subtle [00:19.13]Your blood owns no bones [00:21.93]With mailmen in your home [00:23.49] [00:24.02]Holding a knife to your poems [00:27.31]To hollow all you're sown [00:28.55]And holler 'goner you're owned ' [00:30.52]Your blood owns no bones [00:32.71]With mailmen in your home [00:34.65]Holding a knife to your poems [00:37.36] [00:38.11]To hollow all you're sown [00:39.34]And holler 'goner you're owned ' [00:41.20]And supposing you was meant [00:42.29]To be bent born some sort of law man [00:44.78]With the poise of an intellectual [00:45.60] [00:46.35]And hunch of a clerk [00:47.62]And disposition of a saint [00:48.91]And they'd say [00:49.83]“he is always with cancel eye and ever correct' [00:52.57]And knowing that [00:53.21] [00:54.03]Are you less [00:55.13]In the ever so complicated endeavor of a human death [00:58.65] [01:01.74]There are only two species set to death on earth [01:05.57]The creature of choice [01:07.13]There are only two species set to death on earth [01:11.53] [01:12.40]There are only two species set to death on earth [01:16.44] [01:17.82]There are only two species set to death on earth [01:21.86] [01:23.16]Are you [01:24.51] [01:43.39]And supposing you was meant to be bent sole keeper [01:45.86]Of the kilometer-long list of things certain to be so [01:49.50]The human plight right there in 1's and 0's [01:52.92]And he who knows all that's owed [01:54.82]You'd think would be considerably more fearless [01:57.66]Unless of course he feels this [01:59.78]Heat of something coming to adjust his [02:02.26]Eminence accordingly [02:04.70]To go on stealing poems [02:06.59]From the homed armed with only a key comb [02:09.10]Letter opener carved from bone wish [02:11.83]With which to pick [02:13.09]The simple levers of locks [02:14.48]To fly things well beyond the sky of your clock [02:19.88] [02:30.98]Your blood owns no bones [02:32.64]With mailmen in your home [02:34.74]Holding a knife to your poems [02:37.50] [02:38.09]To hollow all you're sown [02:39.60]And holler 'goner you're owned ' [02:41.01]Your blood owns no bones [02:43.40]With mailmen in your home [02:45.32]Holding a knife to your poems [02:48.34] [02:48.94]To hollow all you're sown [02:50.18]And holler 'goner you're owned '