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They always say they'll be there for you until it really counts.
They always judge what you do to survive while you're being eaten alive.
Thanks for nothing. Thanks for posturing.
A shallow grave instead of a friend.
But I'll make my own choices until the bitter end.

What kind of truth do you see? It's war.

You're on the sidelines laughing doing nothing.
You don't care that someone's dying on the vine.
Say you care about mental health but showed up with a bag of popcorn.

Say you care but you just pay it lip service.

Do you believe in intervention?
Do you believe in protection?
Do you believe in deflection?
Do you believe in aggression?

War correspondent's eyes go wide. Sees the families arrive with picnic blankets and binoculars. A spectator sport. Slaughter in the pasture.

When you awaken inside a dream you will see who you should really pray for.

Here's a hint...it's not yourself. So take the hint unless you need help.

Abandoned by friends. Chopping block red with regrets and emotional labor. Faced with the task of helping the ones in harm's way but they're nowhere to be found...finding every excuse for the indefensible!

Where do I fit in when you pretend nothing bad is even happening? Now this room feels wrong.
Now this room feels like the liar.

Finding every excuse for the indefensible.

I'll always be there for you.

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from Spiritual Dreams Above Empty Promises (LP), released April 7, 2023

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Solo and collaborative vehicle for musician and writer Morgan Ywain Vink-Lainas Evans (and various friends/artists they admire). Implied Greek tragedy may or may not be included.

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