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In this movie dream, the lights flickering
Shadows dancing on the screen.
Ghost voices in the church are deflowering
Floating up and over
Poison excrete
out into the street
Where we will meet.
I'm making my new home in this abandoned lot.
Children will be lead like pack rats into my toilet paper church.
Siren's(?) chorus choir sings out a tune in a garden.
And I'm drowning in the lights that swim behind my closed eyes.
It's a funeral for every song that we've ever know
That we've ever known.
I got my reasons for this silent sermon
I just can't explain.
I know I've sown my own mouth shut.
It's just best I keep quiet.
'Cus when I speak
The words don't do a thing to explain what I mean.
The author of all things whispered in your ear while you were asleep.
You're not alone with crooked arrows like you used to think.
Daddy's a bastard child born of your ignorance and your arrogance.
And I'm drowning in the lights that swim behind my closed eyes.
It's a funeral for every song that we've ever known.
That we've ever known.
That we've ever known.
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