Does life feel like a bed unmade,
a fall, a daze, or a song un-played?
What of this sorrow?
Who I am is where I stand
The revelation of a traveling band -
can't tell me where I'll be tomorrow
An everyplace I went to was so tired
A hung up world believing its own lies
And everyone I talked to was so quiet
they all seem much to high to get by
So many lowlife drifters
So many shapeshifters
So many shadows
Who claim to light the way
There's no heaven or hell
No sense in else
If we stop searching
we'll fall right through our daze
Throw all into the fray
Burn down the night erase another day
Throw it all into the fray
Burn down the night erase another day
An Invisible Republic lies in wait

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