| You ain’t a myth no more to me
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| We make a cold reality
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| We’ll take a hatchet to the tree
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| Yes Artemis
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| We’re still part of this
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| We’re still part of this life after life after life
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| Science don’t care once we breed
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| It’s got no grand poetic need
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| We’re just a husk to spit the seed
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| Yes Artemis
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| Now the heart of this
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| Long postpartum is life after life after life
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| We’re gonna find the door behind the door
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| The sound within the sound
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| The wind that moves the wind
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| 'Cause we’re still hangin' round
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| We’re gonna find the fire that makes the fire
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| The knife that shapes the knife
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| Yes Artemis, it’s not hard, it’s just
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| Finding the start of this life after life after life
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| Let’s watch from high up in the leaves
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| Let’s stake the fierce extremities
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| Let’s strike the artery of the beast
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| Yes Artemis
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| We’re still part of this
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| We’re still part of this life after life after life
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| And we’re not looking for release
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| But crawling deeper in the crease
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| Collecting scabs upon our knees
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| Yes Artemis
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| Bless the guard of this
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| Prison yard of this life after life after life
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| We’re gonna find the door behind the door
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| The sound within the sound
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| The wind that moves the wind
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| 'Cause we’re still hangin' round
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| We’re gonna find the fire that makes the fire
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| The knife that shapes the knife
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| Yes Artemis, it’s not hard, it’s just
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| Finding the start of this life after life after life
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| In the undergrowth
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| In all that I don’t know
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| A kiss that never ends
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| A kiss unscriptable
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| I’ll be the animal
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| That is too real to kill
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| I will outrun the world
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| By crouching low and still
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| Do you feel pleasure and pride and the will to survive?
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| Send the boar for you
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| Send the boar for you
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| And the salesmen who seize upon tidy ideas
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| Send the boar for you
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| Send the boar for you
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| And an arrow through the head
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| A literal arrow through the head
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| (You ain’t a myth no more)
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| Yes Artemis
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| West winds bark and hiss
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| Crest these carcasses
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| Resting harmless and
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| Yes Artemis
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| Clear this artifice
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| We’re the darkest
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| Among these harvested
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| Yes Artemis
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| Dressed in armistice
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| Time will march and
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| Arrest our heartlessness
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| Yes Artemis
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| Yes Artemis
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| We’re gonna find the door behind the door
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| The sound within the sound
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| The wind that moves the wind
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| 'Cause we’re still hangin' round
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| We’re gonna find the fire that makes the fire
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| The knife that shapes the knife
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| Yes Artemis, it’s not hard, it’s just
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| Finding the start of this life after life after life |