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All is quiet, except for this song
So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone
And somewhere off in the distance
Rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts
Young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory
And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of fight
And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see
A joy in every possibility
And all around us is a great, great failing
American rockets red-glare in a most disgusting triumph
And in passing I am asked to believe in a god
I shrug off the answer, continue to get high
In this terror of no explanation, I am looking for a faith.
My panic is an only reason
There's a joy, a joy in all I can see
A joy in every possibility
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