False Weavers Lyrics

Come to take water and don't get away. Bringing in medals and flags to hang. From the east, saddled burglary. This is life under the moon. Commander makes home with Sand Creek

Weavers, false weavers!

Were we to dig, were we to bury? But the grave is full
To compensate for the magistrate, It's recyclable
Spending days asleep awake, 'till we see the bull I have watched the crowds come, I've seen the bulls come
The momentum of the past is consumed with the furious hunger of aching lips

I have watched the crowds come moving with a quick wrist, greeting forgotten god, making surfaces at the morning repose. Fort promises are a poor sack

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