When the sunset paints the walls in rusty red, Out of the shadows walks a man of dread. A crooked back and a heel worn to the bone, He hears every heartbeat, every silent moan. In his heavy bag, it’s not copper or old trash, But a pile of broken lives and a ghostly ash! Who threw out their conscience like a ragged shoe? Who tossed away their pride when the winter blew? "I’ll buy your shame for a penny, and your fear, They look so pretty in my bundles here! Want to be someone else? Dig deep inside, But remember: the double price is where I hide!" Hey, Scavenger! Stop! What’s inside your knot? Someone’s joy is turning into rot! Everything people threw away on the plot! He changes souls like an old worn skin, There’s a place for everyone in his bin! You pulled out tenderness — but it’s covered in blood, You pulled out memory — but it’s drowned in the mud! You put on a stranger's name like a dusty coat, And hear a cold weeping deep inside your throat. The Scavenger grins as he fades into the night: "Now your past... is only mine by right!" [Music slows down - only stomping and raspy whisper] "What, does someone’s fate sting your shoulders now? It was too small for the master of the plow... Wear it, don't complain, you paid the final cost, When in the ditch... your own 'self' was lost!"
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