This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners
With
Maybe it’s too late for intellectual debate
But a residue
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Here we go now
No one here can show
Drop dead, it doesn’t matter, she said
It only hurts
Striking at mental apparitions
Like a drunk on a vacant
There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up
The road is narrow, the horizon wide
And to say
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a
Innocents burned alive at the stake, tortured and dumped in
Right Now! Well it's finally time to face my fears
We strike first
and we're unrehearsed
here we go again
The quickening is an ephemeral thing
That only happens in
Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a
[Instrumental]
The quickening
Is an ephemeral thing
That only happens in the dark
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