the jukebox, plays its third crecendo.
to balance it all out.
to let the wolves come into
our houses to feed all of the children.
a story for their hearts, to worhip them with stone.

This difference between ourselvess
it's buried in the past

Rhetoric frozen cracks the wound
Rewritten and forgotten
"Now that I, tying thy glass mask so tightly"
I have seen it all.


This difference between ourselvess
it's buried in the past
This innocence which we will sell
it's expanding our own height.

Running for cover, walls cave in deeper.
Surrounds all the sound from the ears.
your reason is not one for complaining.











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Lesson Four: Watching Radar song meanings
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