During the laceration
All you want to do is cry
But at last that realization
How quickly fresh blood dries
Needs little explanation
It's gonna take a lot of time
Ideas above our station
Are over the fog in my mind
When I see I see my signs
And it's the same face
Presenting the same lie
If you keep walking sideways
If you keep changing your mind
Always the same face
Presenting the same lie
If you keep sideways
If you keep changing your mind...
When I see I see my signs
When I see I see my signs
Obsolete, your voices are...
They say, silence, it sometimes pays
In war, silence, it sometimes pays
They say, silence, it sometimes pays
In war, silence, it sometimes pays
Souls and windows, stops existing
Holes where his eyes used to be
Needle and thread hold together
His love for the dead, and all who sail in her
Saw the seashore, unfamiliar
The water and oil, unfamiliar
Success and toil, unfamiliar
Unaccustomed, unfamiliar
All you want to do is cry
But at last that realization
How quickly fresh blood dries
Needs little explanation
It's gonna take a lot of time
Ideas above our station
Are over the fog in my mind
When I see I see my signs
And it's the same face
Presenting the same lie
If you keep walking sideways
If you keep changing your mind
Always the same face
Presenting the same lie
If you keep sideways
If you keep changing your mind...
When I see I see my signs
When I see I see my signs
Obsolete, your voices are...
They say, silence, it sometimes pays
In war, silence, it sometimes pays
They say, silence, it sometimes pays
In war, silence, it sometimes pays
Souls and windows, stops existing
Holes where his eyes used to be
Needle and thread hold together
His love for the dead, and all who sail in her
Saw the seashore, unfamiliar
The water and oil, unfamiliar
Success and toil, unfamiliar
Unaccustomed, unfamiliar
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