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Up in the light
Holding the knife
So quickly

Out of the morn
fighting for sun
So quickly

Dead in the night
In the dead of night
Biding you time away
In the light of the glow
All alone, All alone
It's a box so cold
The box don't know
You've balked at signs
And chalked the lines
And sold for fineness
Sold you kindness
for hounds
Dig the holes
In your hands

Wedded to lies
Of the favorite Child
In a manner to shun Your cot away

Now the bed of the swine
Has the room for all mine
In the city That drowns the life away

Me in the middle
Harbored from the dogs
on a random hideaway
In the madness of rome
With the body to show
It's the box So cold
The box still knows
You've been up at times
You've been hiding times
I've been short at times
I've been shown your times
When you come
and your body's
Away
Your holding
Your times
On the tame
And You Can't
Understand
What we say

Wedded to lies
Of the favorite Child
In a manner to shun your cot away

Now teh bed of the swine
Has the room for all mine
In the city that drowns the life away

In the shadow of sores
We will march with the bores
To the drainage that marks the tidalwave
Up in the light   Holding the knife   So quickly      Out of the morn   fighting for sun   So quickly      Dead in the night   In the dead of night   Biding you time away   In the light of the glow   All alone, All alone   It's a box so cold   The box don't know   You've balked at signs   And chalked the lines   And sold for fineness   Sold you kindness   for hounds   Dig the holes   In your hands      Wedded to lies   Of the favorite Child   In a manner to shun Your cot away      Now the bed of the swine   Has the room for all mine   In the city That drowns the life away      Me in the middle   Harbored from the dogs   on a random hideaway   In the madness of rome   With the body to show   It's the box So cold   The box still knows   You've been up at times   You've been hiding times   I've been short at times   I've been shown your times   When you come   and your body's   Away   Your holding   Your times   On the tame   And You Can't   Understand   What we say      Wedded to lies   Of the favorite Child   In a manner to shun your cot away      Now teh bed of the swine   Has the room for all mine   In the city that drowns the life away      In the shadow of sores   We will march with the bores   To the drainage that marks the tidalwave