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We're still laughing over lore
Still talking about a stream of smoke
In the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored
Swimming in monotony
Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom
And still, we swallow the surface
Where our knees scrape the bottom
And still, we swallow the surface

We brought our boredom to the lights
Spoiled the city
Blind to the ocean
Deaf to the heavens

Carving a shut-in symphony
With memory’s masturbation
I've talked it out
Doomed to be a spoiled child
A pupil in the eyes of forever

I light the fire, I stared into the mirror
A prisoner to the past
A ghost to the present
Put down your glass
Don't raise a toast to your slaving
Bloodline now
Come to life
Put down your glass
Put down your glass
Don’t raise a toast to your slaving
Bloodline now

Come to life
Walk the roads to Judah
To Judah
Come to life
Walk the roads to Judah
To Judah
Come to life
Walk the roads to Judah
To Judah
Come to life
Walk the roads to Judah
To Judah tonight