Cadaver Dog

One is pursuant of other men's themes
 One is the slaver of scenes
 One is the ruin
 Of other men's dreams
 So grab your heads, axe has appeal
 One is the maker of
 Ulcers of life
 You don't always you get what you need
 I hear a whistle
 It comes from the sky
 So run and hide your family
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 We've intercepted your message to god
 There is no help on the wing
 Your request sticks to the ceiling, a dream
 And now it's dust on the floor
 So all of you young ones
 You sniff the debris
 And catalog disaster and grief
 Put it all in athenaeum of woe
 Please don't follow but lead