Do you ever feelNone of this you see is realWhile
Children, children single file,Children, children single file.Don't make noise,
This body isn't meTake this veneer up off my faceLaws
Let the rain pour down upon usWash our hands clean.Let
MasterWhat's this feelingBuilding upDeep insideHuman I'm not humanFor these sins
Willows weep from winds to swoonPulling boughs from whence they
Remnants of Art from eons agoGive us this wisdom inspire
Running as fast as we can, Through the kingdom of
It's the golden meaningSprouting from the seedIn the golden meaningAre
Your cunning moves give it awayYour evil intentions displayYour only
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