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let me out into this town

o mothers and brothers, lend a hand to us our sons

and let us find the majesty of these our fielded plains

we will all rejoice! o harlot! o lycopene dog hole!



matchsticks to the wall!

let us see them, let us not forget this town

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no help noonenowhere nowaynohow



stuck in the middle of all this shit

nothing to do but opt to quit

this rope has left its last frayed ends

this is the last message that's left to send



the end has come just right in time

nowhere to go

just step in line

one by one

we turn to nothing

nowhere to turn, i wish there was something



making plans to disappear

before the world awakes

right before the dawn breaks

you'll never see me again

never again



don't second guess

there's no hidden agenda

and no other way if i can't surrender

it's all roses until the shit sets in

what's left to do, if nothing's right

ever again? i can't pretend