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I curse the sun
And I curse the night
Yet tell this ovoid world
To spin forever
In landflocked flight
Tell me will they always
Revolve together
Beseech the stars
Alive at night
Tell me if you deign
To shine forever
It's all I know
And all I might
Am I wrong to even doubt
This is the age of reason
And ask the question
Yet cede the answer
How honest is the sun
That I once knew
A different setting
And ceaseless adding
What time is always telling
Old from new
Grip the hour
As it slips from view
How honest is the moon
That I once knew
But close my eyes
With all my might
Try to tell myself
This is the age of reason
Breathe in the dark
Believe in the night
Yet know this pair will always
Revolve together
It's all I know
And all I might
Am i wrong to even doubt
This is the age of reason
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Hang on the world
It's spinning like a top
Hold on to the world
It's screeching to a stop
Say when the story's over
Or when the meaning itself is lost
Hang on for the moment
Some tardy offer
Melting into a god
1 is starting
2 is running
3 is hiding
4 is dying
Study time in a vacuum
Everything, every sight and sound
Ignore a false foundation
Still standing on shaking ground
Piece of ash, piece of granit
Sitting in a piece of mind
Hang on for a moment
Leaning towards
Payback in kind
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Covered in mud and glory
Belies our sense of fun
Children grasp love of money
Lure of T.V. shock of a gun
Slather the faint with ointment
With lore and history
Cover the earth with money
With blood and praise for thee
Covered in blood, in glory
Different in fact, in deed
Employ an aged story
A simple life, just and free
Slather the faint with ointment
With lore and history
Cover the earth with money
With blood and praise for thee
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Again we understand
Mauled by greasy hand
Worked to the bone
Again
Feel it ready
Again
Feel it ready
Once more it's ready
Believe that speed will win
Again
Faster than light and harder
Bleeds into overkill
Faster than light and harder
Never stop never ever
Truth lies at the core
It always worked before
Starve to the bone
Some more
Takes forever
Feels like it takes forever
Believe that speed will win
Some more
Faster than light and harder
Bleeds into overkill
Faster than light and harder
Never stop never ever
Faster than light and harder
Bleeds into overkill
Faster than light and harder
Never stop never ever
Again we prostitute
And hold a greasy hand
Cooked off the bone
Cooked to the end
Is it ready?
Believe it ready
And know that speed will win
Again
Faster than light and harder
Bleeds into overkill
Faster than light and harder
Never stop never ever
Faster than light and harder
Bleeds into overkill
Faster than light and harder
Never stop never ever
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Why must the tin-headed know
What I can and cannot do?
A task worth knowing
Or just something to do?
How can the thoughts of a few
Become the love of many?
Trusted? belived?
Taught as the truth?
Hold my head
What will the rush of ideas
Eclipsing all others
Mean to the core?
And never ending
Never forgiving
When is the moment of truth
And how will you know it?
Decide the valid, the true
Decide the living from the dead
Pain in my head
Always will a lunatic
Clutching my head
Lways will a genius
Clutching my head
Yet always will a lunatic
Pain in my head
Yet always will a genius
Pain in my head
Always will a lunatic
Clutching my head
Lways will a genius
Clutching my head
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See what I see
The clumsy gait of eternity
Here as it lies
Brings a gleam to my eye
Gesture with a sweeping hand
The farthest reaches
Of what I am
Lo! what I know
The tripping, it seems to grow
Here as it lies
Brings a tear to my eye
Signal with a jerking hand
The farthest reaches
Of what I am
Give what I give
The lumbering state I seem to live
Here as it lies
Brings a mist to my eye
Beckon with a frantic hand
The farthest reaches
Of what I am
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And I nod my head
To everything
And I dip my hand
Into the sea
Drifting towards some landfall
We know
Yearn to feel
The breath I knew
Long ago
Fell from heaven (x4)
When it blew
It carried me in song
Yet I knew what it ment
All along
Blowing gently
Yet screaming from inside
Could it be the very thing
I've tried to hide
Fell from heaven
And wispered through it's song
But I knew what it meant
All along
Fell from heaven (x4)
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