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 Lavinia is Still in Your Grave

It’s fine to sit atop your tower and cry about the view
But down here the mud is freezing and it’s seeping in my shoes
You may be done with me now that you’ve put me to my use
But you will crawl down from your highhorse, we’re waiting for our due

So swallow your tongue, this is punishment
Just not necessarily yours
Take your armaments, take your contingent
We’re not still keeping score

I have excised the growing knot you mistook for a heart
Though the blade that you lent me was not particularly sharp
I have plucked from my cheekbones those splinters from the docks
While my brother accompanied the dirge on his harp

So swallow your tongue, this is punishment
Just not necessarily yours
Take your armaments, take your contingent
We’re not still keeping score

You can keep your lawyers
We’ll take the guns and the money

You can keep your lawyers
We’ll take the guns and the money

You can keep your lawyers
We’ll take the guns and the money

You can keep your lawyers
We’ll take the guns and the money

And when you file your report
You cannot say our defeat was bloodless