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Turning On A Sixpence
02:42
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Back to the wolves, back to the wolves with you
There is nothing more that I can do
I held you're hand for as long as I can but it's either me or you
I vote you
I vote you
I vote you
I vote you
Back to the wolves, back to the wolves with you
There is nothing more that I can do
I held you're hand for as long as I can but it's either me or you
I vote you
I vote you
They vote you
We vote you
So to the quacks, to the quacks with you
With his pills, and his potions, and his queues
Awkward silence side by side in the waiting room
Well what a surprise, across the divide
We've grown conflicting views
So to the forest
To the trees
Tonight you're sleeping in the leaves
Give the spider time to build his web between your knees?
To the detritus, don't try to fight us
To the detritus, don't look so righteous
You're going where you can do no more harm
Back to the wolves!
Back to the wolves!
Back to the wolves!
Back to the wolves!
You were with the wolves for some time
Did said wolves take your spine?
You're going to have to prop yourself up for now
You can no longer use mine
You're with the wolves
You're with the wolves
You're willing prey
That's what they say
That's what I heard
That's what they say
You're willing prey
You're willing prey
You're willing prey
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POLYGON
04:22
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Blaze, Polygon
Poison the wind
Two suns in the sky
Children born with no limbs
What a sight, Polygon
But you burned out our eyes
The roar of your coming
Won’t drown out the cries
We know the seeds we are sowing
Seeds sown for the sake of knowing
We know the price you are paying
It’s a price we’re willing for you to pay
Embrace, Polygon
We can but try
10 thousand degrees
Your heart a mile wide
Penetrate, Polygon
Dig in deep
Click click click click
Not even rocks will sleep
We know the seeds we are sowing
Seeds sown for the sake of knowing
We know the price you are paying
It’s a price we’re willing for you to pay
Fuse, Polygon
Fuse the black Earth to glass
One more part of your legacy
Your time is never past
Go to sleep, now Polygon
Your mother is gone
Like all good mothers
She will deny all your wrongs
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