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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 is in the madness
and sin. in waiting for the kids to ignite so we
can see happens watch the place divide into
private bathrooms, arising -eyed scissored
straws, looking surprised. we can watch the
rise across the cobblestone, everything from
stoned to being less alone. and if you want to
be left endanger gutters on your own. what's the
use of those solitary's rooftop blues there's
smoke to stain your chasing rafters, raining
sulfur and English on every pretty 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, traffic and
oh the soul of this dying town, come alive when
you come around in every muscle twitch that the
dust right off your skin. backseats niche. the
younger kid that run to tell friends all the
our private roof can bring. much of madness,
of sin.