Verse 1:
Martyr of the mundane
Masquerading off the plateau
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Tumble to the lions
Ricochet abruptly away from all the noise
Verse 2:
Eclipsing every reason
Voiced by all the people
Incarcerated for their crimes
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Wiped off the map
A voice that speaks out from behind
All there is to know
Chorus:
Paving over my burial plot
With asphalt thinly plated in gold
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Degrade the way
For the coming of our age
Nail the children up to the phone!
Bridge:
(It speaks)
I hear the voice!
(Consummating)
Engraved in our eyes
Outro:
Vacuum out the air of clarity
Debilitate the rest ~
~If we can set them at ease
The thief can rob them out right
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No sleepwalker
Can defend
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Our Eden
The gravel lot promise land