| The first thing’s first, if you didn’t know
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| That thing in the hearse is a fucking joke
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| The truth, the mind is well above
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| There’s a plan to kill a dove
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| When it all appears to you, then we’ll start to fade
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| Throes upon the stack of all the language we engraved
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| We’re closer to the moon
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| Yeah, close the eyes of space
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| Well, if it only takes us back enough to save another day
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| ?? |
| now I’ve been wading in the waves and ashes so…
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| Gonna try to ride the lightning on my own
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| But never demand to fill the soul, which brings me back to ??
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| Where the conscience set a stone, there’s a life all alone
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| When it all appears to you, then we’ll start to fade
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| Throes upon the stack of all the names we engraved
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| Be careful what you do
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| Oh, be careful what you say
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| Well, if it only makes us laugh enough to brave another day
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| Come father, no use
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| Your sleeping son, his head, his blood has dried upon the ledge
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| And still he tries to wait for you
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| This series ?? |
| by the nescience in your head
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| When it all appears to you, then we’ll start to fade
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| Throes upon the path of all the names that we engrave
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| We’re closer to the moon
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| Yeah, close the eyes of space
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| Well, if it only takes us back enough to save another day
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| And so I say now, oh yeah
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| Wonder through the fountain
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| Then you’ll find the truth, some fading paradigm
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| The ones we know were never meant to sow
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| To all the bastions of inferno ties
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| It deems no pleasures, supernal highs
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| ?? |
| made the wind, it spills down
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| And now with all the gleaming ghost ship eyes
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| ??, conscience knows golden power
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| So demons know I’ve climbed up for the deal |