Has your dad ever died?
At twenty-one, singing death is like singing God
I'll take you to the streets and show you how it feels to mean nothing
One day we'll all feed the clouds
Eyes open wide, tongues nailed down
Glowing blue and shaking hands

Time to spare, kill to time
never mind, never mind
He loves me
Free to crime, names to rhyme
Never mind, never mind
He loves me

Teach us to sing

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