No. 21 the Condor

The good don't always survive
Can't trust ourselves
To take care of this place
Dreams of anonymous distractions
I ask the wild for, for her forgiveness
We were never meant, to take this
And I've tried to be a decent man

The distance from ships to stars
Some magnet drags us north
There are certain things you're sure of
But in this case there's no debate

A great king forever sleeps
Searching for a hole in the sea
A great king forever sleeps

We climbed the trains carrying planes
On fields of western waste
Southern Blight will spread
And what good
What good have I done today?



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel G Stauff
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