Please direct your eyes
To the trembling skies
To the trembling
Here the call, look out on the road beyond,
Through glass
Bearing down a train you're a wreck
You have nothing yet
You're
[Instrumental]
Here we stand outside glory’s gates again.
Rusted shut for centuries
don't focus on the static distraction
or how it pulls you
You've been talkin' in tongues for years now haven't ya.
Encoding
Turn on the pillars of light,
And film some lovers embracing.
Raise
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