Now it's To wrap our fears in the And on the day We'll dress this city in After all the you say You me for being this way
you won't let go of old ideals There is no headline to at night When the record And not holding the needle
We all the songs of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our That's how it was on the day We saw in flames
Rain, rain I it's going to rain, rain down I think going to rain, rain down I think going to rain I think it's to rain, rain down I think it's going to rain, down I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's going to
Here in collapsed lung of a borough is no sunlight The is manufactured in a windowless room and incoherent Businessmen hang
We all sing the songs of And we watch our bleed out through our hands That's how it was on the day We saw in flames
The lower side is a jukebox the deadman's crescendo The is a vector An intersection we all must cross A dimly lit where shadows Of moths decorate the Discard message Discard message Burn the down, down
Discard message Throw this bottle in the ocean Rip this page from the books Smash all the signs Erase all the maps, my name Forget my face, my name Because it's to rain And it never
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