Born of colours pink and grey, same thing over and over and over. Fathoms be thy name. Take a token, take a knee, take a number and then place an order. Barrels in the sea. All of our sons and our daughters will end up exactly the same. Just as their mothers and fathers, they’ve only themselves to blame. One lives horror, one lives free, one lives over and over and over. Dreading the release. As the lights fade soon it rains, you can measure I’m not going to bother. All good just the same. All of our sons and our daughters will end up exactly the same. Just as their mothers and fathers, they’ve only themselves only themselves to blame. Come with me lover deep under covers. Deep into I just don’t care. Leave the place they beset you but never could best you. Leave them there in despair. Distant whisper, feathered ray, same thing over and over and over. Clotting and membrane. We’re beginning to embrace together we look for our mother. Children in this place.
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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