I look down on the city
It's burning, It's burning
Everything's prettier
Matching shadows with a coward
Don't move slowly, dark the tower
The
Sinking like the sickness says,
"sickened while the sinking stays."
Civilization
Look there's no survival here, I've been trying to tell
On the catapult you're still alive, the tar rests deeper
Colors of such that our eyes were burned
And gold boughs
In others' mouths the scraping of rocks, who walk a
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