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The Great Dead Hope

from The Great Dead Hope: Act I by Cattle Dogs

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I’m not asking for you to trade your hoody for a hair-shirt. I’m only asking for a little empathy. We’re in short supply, and the greatest need.
But, I will keep reaching out my hand, no matter how many times it keeps getting bitten off. I will keep opening my mouth to speak, even on those days when I can’t find my voice.

No one can make me feel small, unless by my own choice. I am a product of my own construction. Don’t mistake this part of me that dares to speak for smug superiority. I’d change if I thought I could, but I’m afraid I can’t.

We define our nebulous morality with someone else’s words. What are we? What do we have to offer? All we have are words, dead words.

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from The Great Dead Hope: Act I, track released July 15, 2011
Additional vocals by Don Foose

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Cattle Dogs Cleveland, Ohio

Nuanced and complex points of view are difficult to cram onto the back of a t-shirt; which may be one of the reasons that hardcore bands spend so much time screaming about absolutes. Confront your own opinions with the same scrutiny you apply to those you disagree with, embrace the fact that sometimes you will be right, sometimes you'll be wrong, but most of the time you will be both. ... more

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