When all these things come around
You’re never in debt
You’re never not in reign of pious faith
And that all that has come shall pass
We’re more the merry, not ordinary
Oh I don’t see no abomination
Forward unto dawn then you walk away
You don’t get to say the famous no
You don’t get to tell them to go
You don’t get to utter a single common sense in a parable way
For so little progress
You walked away with even less
Another circle closes but you’re still back at square one
So, raise up, you’re only here for long in name
That you’re they, that you’re they
You don’t get to say the famous no
You don’t get to tell them to go
You don’t get to utter a single common sense in a parable way
When will I get to get out this mess?
Laying here, staying here
Foresight is gone
Laying here, staying here
When will I get to get out this mess?
We’re more the merry, not ordinary
Oh I don’t see no abomination
Forward unto dawn then you walk away
So many eyes, so many eyes
Souless sealing lonely heir
So many eyes, so many lies
Souless sealing lonely heir
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