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I am the that you cant strike
I am the spear that will run you

And when the shots were falling we were sound
And you filled palms with dirty bombs
Instead of

I am teeth cannot bite
Ill your garden up by the roots

And the shots were falling we were sound asleep
And you filled palms with dirty bombs
Instead of

the seven bell tolls
Ringing for you
Coroners and
Cry out, Gloria!

All the valley
towards the sun
The two-bit prophet and
Pulls a price from

the heavy hoof-beats
Pound across the
The sin of our
Lies our clutching hands

Watch the planes over
its call-to-arms
The drunk of morning
me straight my bended knee