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Sin first the madness, Glass and Ash. Rooftop
perched captains over the backyard captive.
and it's not what's so attractive is in the
and sin. it's in waiting for the to ignite so we
can see what happens watch the place into
bathrooms, arising wide -eyed scissored
straws, surprised. we can watch the commerce
rise across the cobblestone, selling from
getting stoned to less alone. and if you want to
be left alone endanger gutters on own. what's the
use of those solitary's rooftop blues there's
smoke to stain your fingers? rafters, raining
sulfur and English on every face in the room.
oh the gravity of the ground slows the
legend in this house surrounds the night,
closing in like a crowd in gossip, and sound
oh the soul of this dying town, it's come when
you come in every muscle twitch that shakes the
dust right off your skin. every niche. the
younger kid that run to tell their all the
things our private can bring. much of madness,
of sin.