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Charged and on the wing Unperturbed and cackling A covey of fledglings Thwarting the pitchfork and the torch Take into the lost account that fuels the head to raise the dead Honor sits the monolith on wretched beams, it hurts to see We built it up until it swallowed what surrounds, so I ask instead Could you break it down? And the housecat tactics Let us live outside And the small sedition Helped us think for ourselves Born enclosed, we were cast by those foreign hands The heavy weight which owns our name it masquerades We felt this sinking dark feeling then and now At least I can feel the ghost in the gears somehow Child of red handed wicked grins for the win Straight to the point and ripe with compulsion Eulogized but swollen with life I think I can see his ghost with my gears in flight Take into the lost account that fuels the head to raise the dead Honor sits the monolith on wretched beams, it hurts to see We built it up until it swallowed what surrounds, so I ask instead Could you break it down Could you break it down Could you break it down