Out go the lights, out go the lights, descend. Course the sand, course the hand we seek. Over the line, the line in the sand brethren. Curse this hand, curse the hand and stain. Time, crashing in waves. Time is the weapon that they need. Blind to anything other, keep running. We keep running. We keep running, and I want you to know. I keep telling you, we’ve got nothing to lose. Now the current runs faster, we keep running. We keep running. We keep running, and I want you to know. And if you tick that box, you’ll have everything…all your greed. And if you tick that box, you’ll know everything…all you need. There’s a shit storm coming and everybody’s frothing. Can’t you fuckers show some restraint? Don’t you think there’s enough blood on the page? Because we all want love and we all hope this gets better. Hold a second, wait a minute. Saturnalian Springs flow forth from the dark, whispering mystery. Because we all want love and we all hope this gets better. Hold a second, wait a minute. Saturnalian Springs flow forth from the dark, whispering mystery.
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"There will be light come the morning. Hold tight till then to your sleep. Onerous sound breaks your slumber. Wash, rinse, soil then repeat. Repeat verse. Repeat Chorus. Wash, rinse, repeat. To the boys, to the girl, to the weeping tree." Girlvert