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Look at the stained glass windows,
Look how ornate all of this is.
This majestic artifice,
Centuries and finally finished...
Take a pickaxe and hack away,
All of my stability, all of my adamance.
I never got used to looking down the valley,
Memorable January.
Find us a place, I'm sure we'll do just fine,
Geography, is killing all our time.
The corners of the map have our stamp on it,
(Gotta get to you, gotta get to you)
Love hedonism.
We had a system.
And then we let it just run aground.
Gather disciples.
Let's grab our rifles.
Got a year left to storm this town.
Flash forward, who's on the fence now?
Needless to say, we went to town.
This has been almost surreal...
Almost feels like we're not done yet.
Let's drink at the bar!
Then move along,
Somewhat attached to the local,
But the city beckons...
Love hedonism.
We had a system.
And then we let it just run aground.
Gather disciples.
Let's grab our rifles.
Got a year left to storm this town.
Never laid down the law,
I know I want more,
Is limbo better than losing?
One portrait, a gallery, a match, and then finally,
These embers will flare again.
Got this playground where we have always dwelled,
She always thought that it was hell.
Shed some light on this bleak valley
Then it's off to the big city.
We could stare at blank walls and feel a void,
Hear them talk but it's all white noise.
An empty house becomes and arena,
Take on the masses together.
Love hedonism.
We had a system.
And then we let it just run aground.
Gather disciples.
Let's grab our rifles.
Got a year left to storm this town.
Never laid down the law,
I know I want more,
Is limbo better than losing?
One portrait, a gallery, a match, and then finally,
These embers will flare again.
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