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In the yard of the old man
The ruin's shimmering
The world's painted pale
The conditions are at stale
Flocks gathered from far away
Hiding, still overly aggressive
Generations they will slay
Not really regressive
A dead end cave
Home of the brave
The world fools no one
Grace me with hammering rest
Keep an eye on the sea
Imagine what we would be
Rushing to the shores
God of all damn wars
Wrenched beyond recognition
No such thing as human intuition
Feel free to turn the supreme ignition
In the yard of the old man    The ruin's shimmering    The world's painted pale    The conditions are at stale    Flocks gathered from far away    Hiding, still overly aggressive    Generations they will slay    Not really regressive    A dead end cave    Home of the brave    The world fools no one    Grace me with hammering rest    Keep an eye on the sea    Imagine what we would be    Rushing to the shores    God of all damn wars    Wrenched beyond recognition    No such thing as human intuition    Feel free to turn the supreme ignition
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