[Instrumental]
The truths you speak of are weaving webs of deceit
Your
What employs destroys all life.
Sail this sea of fire with
I know it's true.
There is no hope.
I can still see
I saw your name drawn on the back of this
[Instrumental]
The truths you speak of are weaving webs of deceit
Your
We are the unstoppable machine that lays waste to everything
Taste the revolution engulfing words but then engulfing them again
And
I’m afraid of mice,
But I’m not scared to die
Not
They were buzzing and strange
Misery in obscene dreams
And the tongues
If I tried to read your eyes
I know what you’d
Calm down Josie
You know what matters
When you fall, don't break
Pick
I’m alone in this mess
I’m behaving like an idiot
This may
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