Mao

I've been there before
Come around
I've been here before you came out of the morning light
In the making of my
Making of my mother's eye

Look it up
I was old enough to never ask why

While I owned up to my nostalgia for war
You stayed blind
Looking for more

Mao

Stationed in the corner right on
Making your own rules
Standing on the tall grass where projections lie
Sad how projections lie

The future belongs to crowds
And they belong to anger
And it turns into fever
And fever turns to dust

Mao

I've made a game of this
Here's yours



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Dorian
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