I saw a skirmish in progress, only 13 minutes in didn't seem too late to join and I thought I'd try it to get me out of a rut. This is as far as I got.

This is vaguely about how I stopped going to all the effort to get out to Steampunk Society meetings after I realized they never bothered to learn my name and only talked to me to ask after my estranged father.

This is going on this album https://tinyurl.com/amicooked-album

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I think the eyes are searching for the breasts in my double-breasted vest There's only one way to die A million times in the West I didn't have a costume on but they voted me best dressed There's only one way to die A million times in the West Whenever I attempt to host they greet me as a guest There's only one way to die A million times in the West

And a million tiny cuts Eventually begin to bleed And if they don't look at the words it's all too easy to misread But if I rot right where I stand I guess at least I can be used as feed

There's a million times to die I think I can take a few more There's a million times to die But what did I die for

Steam under pressure If there's a hole in the pipe Can cut like a laser And end your life Watch where you're walking Into the mist If you miss steam under pressure You'll cease to exist

But with a million tiny cuts There's not much danger in a leak So nobody will really care As they watch a million seep

There's a million times to die I think that I can choose another I don't need everyone watching As I eventually go under

I think the ayes must have it, I'm officially depressed But there's only one way to die A million times in the West I can't say I'm suicidal, but there's no reason to get dressed There's only one way to die A million times in the West