| At dusk they will awake
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| A ghost dance ball room
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| As the sun is slaked
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| At dusk they spring to life
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| And their damp grey concrete hive
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| Bathing in fluorescent light
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| Temples with worms
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| Praying they’ll be butterflies
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| To be able to move like the wind
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| If only for a while
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| In the glistering halls
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| Dead bodies swing to the melody
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| Crystal mirror walls
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| Reflecting the carcass symphony
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| In the lost souls ball room
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| Where dead tissue breathe
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| Dead they all seem
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| Dead they all are, dead to me
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| I see broken dolls
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| Their venomous smiles cover grief
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| In the glistering halls
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| Dead you are invisible
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| They never see anyone
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| They stare right through
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| Among the crystal pillars
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| The insects play make-believe
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| I see broken dolls
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| Their venomous smiles cover grief
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| Crystal mirrors reflecting unseeing eyes
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| Crimson lipped mouths spitting their lies
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| They are all lost, they are all hollow
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| They are empty inside
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| Stay away from them
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| Ignore their siren songs
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| These genderless whores
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| Pass by their temples, forever walk on
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| In the glistering halls clod flesh swing
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| A ghost dance for the false
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| Crystal mirror walls, entangled in lies
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| On and on the waltz on
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| We the sulfur kissed
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| The ones to walk the path twilit
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| Among the living and torn
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| Among the alive and battle worn
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| The sweet promise of grandeur
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| In defiance of and end that must come
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| In the ghost dance ball room
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| Where the soothing lies are sung
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| I am rather the sulfur kissed
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| The one to walk the path twilit
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| Among the living and torn
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| Among the alive and the battle worn
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| We are the proudly flawed
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| The last children of the fall
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| We are the sulfur kissed
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| We walk the path twilit
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| We are the proudly flawed
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| The last children of the fall
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| We are the sulfur kissed
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| We walk the path of twilight |