| I once knew that everything around me leapt for you
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| And I spoke with fiery tongue of heavens fall and of your kingdom come
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| The words I was saying were leaving with ease but countered the actions that
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| follow my feet
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| Oh the seduction of meaningless things
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| I’ve been eating from gravesides
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| Swearing oaths to the fairest of moons
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| Trading masters by firelight
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| And sleeping in their tombs
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| All creation waits — Aching for the day
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| (Earth, the sky, and savage tide will vanish under heavens rise — falling,
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| fading)
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| There is no escape — From what the author fates
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| (Greater souls than we conceive — Concern themselves with our retreat)
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| I’ve been drifting in my words
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| I’ve been shifting my affection to whatever love may call my name
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| Babel were your men so dim
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| To build their gods and worship them
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| Erect escape in increments
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| And place their faith in intellect
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| Now we’ve been weeping at gravesides
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| Swearing hope is an island away
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| Just a spark for the firelight
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| To keep despair at bay
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| My brothers, we are foolish
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| If this is how we think we can exist, there is no hope
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| We are all hopeless, we are broken
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| No tower built could ever save our souls
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| There is no hope, there is no
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| All creation waits
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| Aching for the day
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| (Falling, fading)
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| There is no escape
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| From what the author fates
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| (Falling, fading)
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| We’ve been living in shadows
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| Soon exposed to the light
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| Our existence will rupture
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| When the maker arrives
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| Every vanity shattered
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| Every galaxy frayed
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| We will suffer no longer
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| In these delicate frames
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| But no man knows the season or the time
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| And fault will find us all in guilty lives
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| And only mercy can a hope provide
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| Return, Repent
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| Before deep heaven falls upon our heads |