Now it's To wrap our in the night And on the day We'll this city in flames all the things you say You hate me for being way
Still you won't let go of old There is no headline to at night When the skips And you're not holding the
We all sing the of separation And we our lives bleed out through our hands how it was on the first day We saw in flames
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in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no The is manufactured in a windowless room Distant and hang themselves
We all sing the of separation And we watch our lives out through our hands That's how it was on the day We saw in flames
The lower side is a jukebox Playing the crescendo The is a vector An intersection we all must cross A dimly lit where shadows Of moths the walls Discard this this message Burn the city down,
Discard message Throw this back in the ocean Rip this page from the books Smash all the street Erase all the maps, forget my Forget my face, forget my Because it's going to And it ends
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