Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
It's all so plain, it's all a plan
It's all so plain, almost everywhere
The sky, it doesn't ever end
The air just gets much thinner further up
You could keep digging down and down
A thousand graves down
Without turning around or finding hell
You find you're digging up again
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Willful suspension of disbelief
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Willful suspension of disbelief
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