Should the world fail to fall apartAnd lock off in a remote skyIdeas can matter too muchCan't hear for lack of sleepBreathing in the smoking ruinsThe rockets in the shadows whisperingSinging in the undergroundLove and the never menCan't hear for lack of sleepLooking for the pastTry to slip the scriptGun the lowest planeHidden all eyes knowTry to slip the scriptGun the lowest planeHidden all eyes knowThere's some use in treating courageAs a remote friendLearning what it is to lieStop crash fallOn a leper mass of swelling glassCleaning up the swampsYou are the heart of heartsWonder dig and tryTear it up and learn to bless the readers eye

 

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