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We're still laughing over lore

Still talking about a stream of smoke

In the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored

Swimming in monotony

Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom

And still, we swallow the surface

Where our knees scrape the bottom

And still, we swallow

We brought our boredom to the lights

Spoiled the city

Blind to the ocean

Deaf to the heavens

Carving a shut in symphony

With memory's masturbation

I've talked it out

Doomed to be a spoiled child

A pupil in the eyes of forever

I knit the fire, I stared into the mirror

A prisoner to the past

A ghost to the present

Put down your glass

Don't raise a toast to your slaving

Bloodline now

Come to life

Put down your glass

Don't raise a toast to your slaving

Bloodline now

Come to life

Walk the roads to Judah

To Judah

Come to life

Walk the roads to Judah

To Judah

Walk the roads to Judah, to Judah tonight