| Everybody is afraid… death
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| Much is holding things back
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| Nobody is content right now
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| With the world they’d created
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| Their minds all locked by fear of death
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| Secret newsreel — prepare communication
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| White enamel cages slowly bury sorrow
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| In brain-dead fever
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| Time separates God from the hangers-on
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| Death to the faithful
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| Death to the faithful
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| Death to the faithful
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| A moth enters beneath
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| Distant fingers
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| Hung on brass
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| Ornamented claws
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| Illuminated ruptures
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| Skin slowly metal
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| Child world
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| The clap battered old demigods
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| Heaven knows where this dream lay buried
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| (Fall wearily downward)
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| Heaven knows where this dream may fall
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| (Winter blood in the tower walls)
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| Who lives in the fifth floor funeral
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| Safe in equestrian sympathy?
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| A muse demanding to be judged in utter silence?
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| Bitter mystery
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| Soul of barbed wire, crowned with dust
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| I hardly know my brother
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| Cleared up, laid to rest
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| This downhill image weeps and sails out to sea
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| This downhill image weeps and sails out to sea
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| See?
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| And all the sorrows of the days
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| Shall hold their grace against the grey
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| Of simple mockery on display
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| Of one another’s price to pay
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| Roses scattered, love decays
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| And the funeral rites begin
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| As a frozen charmless grin
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| Wipes the smile from off his face
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| Upon his memories disgrace
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| Lingering mark, his last mistake
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| Secret newsreel — prepare communication
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| Double reunion, lest we forget
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| Body wise filth
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| Words formed in seedless baptism
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| Plague of flesh and rock bleeds red
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| Defecate salvation upon presumptive fathers
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| Green hands prey inside frustration
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| Let us therefore come boldly unto grace
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| Enter the hole of Earth that we call death
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| Fear not
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| Oh the heavenly chimes they are singing
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| Resounding, deafening, screaming
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| Question then the question of reason
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| Skin baptised in treason
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| (Body lies still)
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| A visionless mind dwells within
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| (Body wise filth)
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| Union of dismantled dreams made flesh
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| Torn asunder in this nightmare flesh we call life
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| No salvation for you brother
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| Sour merchants of the sacred heart
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| Obscured by clouds
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| Testaments of fire and stone
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| Hold the earth, cracked and frail
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| Green skull, a dark elaborated mind
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| Choking lines to this smothered corpse
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| Great mysteries revealed
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| The great mystery revealed
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| And all the sorrows of the days
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| Shall hold their grace against the grey
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| Of simple mockery on display
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| Of one another’s price to pay
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| Roses scattered, love decays
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| And the funeral rites begin
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| As a frozen charmless grin
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| Wipes the smile from off his face
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| Upon his memories disgrace
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| Lingering mark, his last mistake
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| Secret newsreel — prepare communication… |