Our entrances creak where we spread out our dead
But our dead never speak, they only listen instead
I've gnawed the truth for a week, now I can taste it
It's all so circadian
On the backs of their beasts, where the lay down their heads
Instead of dancing with sheep, they paint red flags on their heads
I'd love to council the weak, but can they take it?
And I don't know what difference it would make
Mistakes always bleed through the company stitch
while the patriots pray their little prayers for the rich
I speak an homage to truth, a dedication
I'm sick of occupying all of my time
Our entrances creak where they lay down their heads
But our dead never speak, they paint red flags on their heads
I've gnawed the truth for a week. Can they take it?
It's all so insidious
And our flags have been dead 'cause they're stitched with deceit
And I just can't approve the lying gifts at your feet
I've seen an entrance to exit the excess
I'm feeling pretty anxious about that curse
When the dead make their beds, I wonder if they can dream
I wonder if they can tell me everything that they've seen
'cause if they've witnessed eternity, I want to know
WHEN I SEE THE WORLD, I SEE A PALE LIGHT
WHEN I FEEL THE WORLD, I FEEL A LANDMINE
WHEN I HEAR THE WORLD, I HEAR A LONG SIGH
HAVE WE BEEN TAUGHT TO FORGET?
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