Keep listening as I speak
There will be one true reckoning
We're
The moral majority knows
Nothing of what it is to be
Sometimes we can see the skylines rise above these fields
look away from these eyes that draw you in
look
hold your tongues, every one of you
suspend your thoughts
cleanse this fallen angel with open arms
we will not
Behold the treason
That sits fittingly on crowns of war
We're sifting
It's 3 o'clock and we are waiting for it to
Remember when lines were formed for some sort of reason?
Be
Never again will we feed those with inhibition
And let me
I need release
I pose a simple question
Are we allowed to
Hey there, you are a simple design
I created your lies
Hold
Open the gates
let all the wounded in
leave the
Kiss these sour lips
paint a smile on my face
Are you feeling well?
And are you alone, in the house
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