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Lyrics
(Lay down. Take the blood out of your skin.)
On the subject of this decline,
this wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
Riding on the last legs of every lie
Looking for the truth until it struck me blind.
But every year we waste with searching for a higher purpose than what we've been given.
Trapped in the suburbs I'm pining for the air
take me back to washington square.
Looking for escape roots like mining for oil
I only find symmetry beneath the soil.