I stopped watching from the first home
We're gathering for a throne
Taped up with a gold top
Feather covered,
We're combing over dead shots
Forcing old hymns through a naked swim
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We're caught limping through the back door
A fever twist, nothing more
Death toll for a whistle blow
The giant levers, stolen off the marrow
Claiming tried friends with an empty tact
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