This Brooklyn air seems thin and tortured by disease
Let's catch a ride outside disgrace
You name the reasons, it feels so right
(Rather?) feel the seasons with a different light
Let's life our glass to Milkfoot
She's the one who brought us here
Making life a carnival again
She carries us through through turmoil
She carries us through Hell
To the heart of the (?) where we (?)
I packed up all your greens
I know that you're (?)
We don't have to stay here anymore
So mystical catastrophe, another bitch has got a hold of me
Another reason to stay home
So raise your glass to Milkfoot
Making life a carnival again
She carries us through turmoil
She carries us through Hell
To the heart of the (?) where we (?)

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