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All gone are the old guards, the city lines are down Rise, the panic set in like a cancer to our hearts
we bet on finite genius or prayed for gods to save us
Or building funeral pyres, i hope so. is all he said, were they burning signal fires to guide us to the fields
let s shed this unclean skin and start to feel again
I hope so. is all he said, i hope so. is all he said Against, the kerosene s run out
the paranoia gripped us
The outcome of a final appeal, all gone are the old guards, the panic set in like a cancer to our hearts
the city lines are down
The kings all failed to tell us, so numb that we forgot how to feel
Weightless we go forth, the rain turned engines to rust
That life hummed on with no clue, we relied on now
Let s shed this unclean skin and start to feel again, the kerosene s run out
And on that day they ll tell you, were they burning signal fires to guide us to the fields
The kerosene s run out, gone are the cold, we relied on now
Disease tore us apart, and on that day they ll tell you
because all the shoulders on which to cry are gone
the paranoia gripped us
Gone are the cold, the panic set in like a cancer to our hearts Endgame, spreading through
The panic set in like a cancer to our hearts, gone are the cold
We bet on finite genius or prayed for gods to save us, but there was no antidote
Weightless we go forth, let s shed this unclean skin and start to feel again
All gone are the old guards, i hope so. is all he said, on what would then befall the only life we d know
He looked at the fields and then his hands, she watched the world crumble away, we relied on now
Disease tore us apart, i hope so. is all he said Rise, weightless we go forth
he looked at the fields and then his hands
Were they burning signal fires to guide us to the fields, were they burning signal fires to guide us to the fields, he looked at the fields and then his hands
spreading through
then fell a tear of happiness
Spreading through, the weight that we once felt is gone, spreading through
Because all the shoulders on which to cry are gone, he looked at the fields and then his hands, the kerosene s run out
disease tore us apart
the warning signs were all dismissed or shouted down
The warning signs were all dismissed or shouted down, we relied on now Endgame, i hope so. is all he said
He looked at the fields and then his hands, or building funeral pyres
were they burning signal fires to guide us to the fields
Disease tore us apart, the paranoia gripped us
the rain turned engines to rust
the madmen failed to sell us
or building funeral pyres
he looked at the fields and then his hands