| Oh, shattered sky, you’re my life
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| The sea of faces just keeps marching on, oh, never die
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| I feed from marshes, bushes, hard concrete marsh
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| Oh, come away, come away
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| This art calls in the passionate heart
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| Ah, summer days, the daze slip away
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| Like our father’s souls depart
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| Criminals kiss and hands are one
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| Behind false flags are the drugs and guns
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| Evolution shines like Pollack Paint chips
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| Fall touching Golden Tongues
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| Ah, the demon cries from spaces hard to know
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| Far into darkness time walks naked into Godless tombs
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| No weeping for the Godless heart
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| Shield the temper of your exploding God
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| Rip away screams like torture
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| Fake the dance for the ceremonies love
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| Fake the dance for the ceremonies love
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| Fake the dance for the ceremonies love
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| Fake the dance for the ceremonies love
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| Star gazing into pedestrian painted
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| Red bald erection his crown
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| Art phasing, silent wind this direction blown
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| Crimes of conscience all paid in full
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| The ships great masts conceal
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| Cargos of doom
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| Cargos of doom
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| Cargos of doom |