Our seasons ache
Our words unclear
The libation of our canyon years
The blood don't come the way it should
Say your grace because it's gone for good
Now turn the key
It goes click. Crash. Boom.
We lost the trail of smoke
A flash of fading lights
Our friends are slave ship songs coming back to life
Fire walker
A smell of dirt
He's cashing in all his chips tonight
Our day is sold
The coast is clear
Those sirens are miles away from here
This world's gone mad
It sure looks good
and every trap is set beneath this hood
Now say goodbye
Let's burn our houses down
Now say goodbye
Spread that forked tongue
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