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Small Metal Gods

	It’s the farthest place
	I’ve ever been
	It’s a new frontier for me
	And you balance things
	Like you wouldn’t believe
	When you should just let things be
	Yes, you juggle things‘
	Cause you can’t lose sight
	Of the wretched storyline
	It’s the narrative that must go on
	Until the end of time
	And you’re guilty of some self-neglect
	And the mind unravels for days
	I’ve told you onceyes, a thousand times
	I’m better off this way
	I’m better off… this way
	Where’s my queen of hearts
	My royal flush
	I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks
	My suicide, my better days
	There’s nothing
	I regretI’ve placed the
	GodsIn a Ziploc bag
	I’ve put them in a drawer
	They’ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time
	So I’m evening up the score
	Small metal godsfrom a casting line
	From a factory in
	MumbaiSome manual labourer’s bread and butter
	And a single-minded life
	Small metal gods
	Cheap souvenirs
	You’ve abandoned me for sure
	I’m dumping you, my childish things
	I’m evening up the score

	It' s the farthest place
	I' ve ever been
	It' s a new frontier for me
	And you balance things
	Like you wouldn' t believe
	When you should just let things be
	Yes, you juggle things'
	Cause you can' t lose sight
	Of the wretched storyline
	It' s the narrative that must go on
	Until the end of time
	And you' re guilty of some selfneglect
	And the mind unravels for days
	I' ve told you onceyes, a thousand times
	I' m better off this way
	I' m better off this way
	Where' s my queen of hearts
	My royal flush
	I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks
	My suicide, my better days
	There' s nothing
	I regretI' ve placed the
	GodsIn a Ziploc bag
	I' ve put them in a drawer
	They' ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time
	So I' m evening up the score
	Small metal godsfrom a casting line
	From a factory in
	MumbaiSome manual labourer' s bread and butter
	And a singleminded life
	Small metal gods
	Cheap souvenirs
	You' ve abandoned me for sure
	I' m dumping you, my childish things
	I' m evening up the score