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Hold on
The steepest drop is yet to come
And this is not a drill pigs
The wolf is here
War drums
The passing jets awaken everyone
Quiet down
You're scaring the midnight sheep
Why can't we just sleep

Find a new true planet
We don't belong here on the sun
While these burns are young

Burning floor
The forest turned itself into a torch
Crack the wall and drain the dam
If any's left
Hammers for
The warriors that melted in the core
And if you knew to regard the scars and their permanence
Do you call this your best

In these creaking cages
The rusty tin children drip blood
Such a raging flood
The ocean's always eating
Let's see who it swallows next
You've made it upset

I've got a lot of friend I've yet to meet
Describe the sound of smashing towns
Like mountains of glasses
I've heard the sky reveal the true disease
It's not a crime, but suicide
Slow as molasses
And we're doom to taste defeat
We can't fucking breathe

Find eternal shelter
Before the silence sounds like war
Going door to door
The clock is waving warnings
Crackling fuses on its hands
Hello wasteland