play with the bow at the bridge. tune your voices to minor chords. this is the lowest weve ever been until we bend for the offering. were giving a knee jerk response to the awe. we come strapped to the bed, on display from the duty of tour. they picked up the signals we tapped to the visitors our sea legs were lost on the march from the graves to the cross. we brandish the plague of the middlemans heart. sing the rats through the gate. I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car. but I met the road and Ive slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born. our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones. if Im a stranger still just move the severed pieces around. so course is the world. were going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust. well never make it home alive. play with the bow at the bridge. all girls buy the enemy line. woe. such remarkable woe. hold sight of him. point him out.I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car. but I met with the road and Ive slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones. if Im a stranger still just move the severed pieces around. so course is the world. were going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust. war. come with us home.
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