Numerical Order

Now I'm begging you to pray
pray for your own kind
feeding the war in your own mind
and now I'm begging you to stay
in the longest line
breathing the oxygen that I design

The sand I hold
the grains I feel falling through
Yeah you live you learn and you wait your turn until I need you

Secretly inside, you still wander around
I created you, I can tear you down
All these roots still need water
all these roots in numerical order

Now one morning you might see
through the tainted glass
shadows of what used to be your own past
Now the warning signs you read
might make sense at last
breathing the oxygen behind a mask



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