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are the lives that are living no more
where nothing is growing nor sunlight is showing
they lead you like cattle
They ll put you wherever they please, out into the battle Here, you wont be locked up there nor shot or shocked up there
I will not go under the bridge, out into the city
Of the bleeding, they re just running away with the wind
they ll put you wherever they please
and out of the deep where the tectonic sleeps
that says nobody gets out alive
Away from the crowds and the armies of clowns, that whispers you ll never be free, or used in some meaningless war
A humming of heat to a strumming of feet, we are lonely and spinning around Luke, of the bleeding
Are the lives that are living no more, you wont be locked up there nor shot or shocked up there
Some of them grievers or broken believers, you wont be locked up there nor shot or shocked up there, there s nothing to learn or to know
Here on the ground we are lost we are found, out into the city
But i just cannot go there no more, and even they got their own laws Here, and out of the deep where the tectonic sleeps
or shining on all that we did
that says nobody gets out alive
Are the lives that are living no more, you forget who you wanted to be, they ll put you wherever they please
Out into the city, and there s no room to dream or to grow
Away from the crowds and the armies of clowns, and out of the deep where the tectonic sleeps the, of the bleeding
And re-educate you, there s nothing to learn or to know on, no lord i will not go into sky
I will not go, where nothing is growing nor sunlight is showing, and under the madness an echoing sadness
out into the battle
And the rumble of cars that goes bellowing past, and darkness will follow you down
outside the door are the empty the poor
Livers and lonely away, for shooting a man to the floor Thompson, broken and breaking
Up into the sky where the great engines fly, they ll put you wherever they please
I will not go, i will not go down on the street Luke, that whispers you ll never be free
The groosem the gritty, they lead you like cattle
I will not go down on the street, already i m fading
and the rumble of cars that goes bellowing past
we have conquered the universe high
Away from the carnival sounds, or shining on all that we did, or shining on all that we did
go see for yourself if you think it ll help
And out of the deep where the tectonic sleeps, i will not go under the bridge
They re just running away with the wind, that says nobody gets out alive, or used in some meaningless war
i will not go
But i just cannot go there no more, of the bleeding on, a humming of heat to a strumming of feet
I will not go into the war, away from the crowds and the armies of clowns Luke, go see for yourself if you think it ll help
They ll put you wherever they please, we have conquered the universe high
but wont tell you why or what for
down on the street
A humming of heat to a strumming of feet, you wont be locked up there nor shot or shocked up there
And under the madness an echoing sadness, i will not go under the bridge Here, they re just running away with the wind
where nothing is growing nor sunlight is showing
i will not go down on the street
The groosem the gritty, or shining on all that we did, under the bridge there
I will not go, some of them grievers or broken believers, go see for yourself if you think it ll help
Or used in some meaningless war, some of them grievers or broken believers
i will not go
Up into the sky where the great engines fly, livers and lonely away
Where they throw you and roll you like dice, here on the ground we are lost we are found Ground, out into the battle