Hollow Hollered - Subtle Your blood owns no bones, With mailmen in your home Holding a knife to your poems To hollow all you’re sown And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’ Your blood owns no bones, With mailmen in your home Holding a knife to your poems To hollow all you’re sown And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’ And supposing you was meant to be bent born some sort of law man, With the poise of an intellectual and hunch of a clerk, And disposition of a saint And they’d say, “he is always with cancel eye and ever correct’ And knowing that Are you less In the ever so complicated endeavor of a human death There are only two species set to death on earth The creature of choice There are only two species set to death on earth... There are only two species set to death on earth... There are only two species set to de编辑于2008/05/24更新