Inside I'm bent and broken
You're still my wake up call
My sickness and my heart
I'll be your sycaphant, samaritan, cadaver in the hall
Inspite I'm stuck on silent
The further we can drift
The better I will fit
I try to make amends pretend we're dead, a life spent
Waiting for an omen
Until the morning
Waiting for an omen
To fix you when you're broken
To fix you in the moment
Fade into dust
With the blood of the young
I'll burn your old false idols
Donate a pound of flesh
Repay our student debt
Bail out a system formed before I was born
With life spent
Waiting for an omen
Until the morning
Waiting for an omen
To fix you when you're broken
To fix you in the moment
Fade into dust
With the blood of the young

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