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Old mans married to the sea
But he drowns in his pain
To bottom out and then release
A fight against fate ingrate
Communication breaks-down
Lost voices with words meant to inveigh
Burn the bridge and toll house
No one goes in or out
Heat drops a rise in pressure
We are all left in denial
Communication breaks-down
Fake idols shaking idle hands
Seems I've lost my mind
Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain
Leave it all behind
To find my true north in the great beyond
Synthetic and depressive
We all came here to bleed
Melted plastic sounds divisive
Factory made for mass appeal
Communication breaks-down
When we assume then we give in
Seems I've lost my mind
Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain
Leave it all behind
To find my true north in the great beyond
Its been more years that have gone by
motionless as it turns to let it be doesn't seem right
And now your waiting for a chance
to cross those tracks but the wagons
Will forever keep passing by.
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