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The world's getting warmer,
But to hear 'em tell it you would swear it's getting flatter
The former don't move units or sell ads,
So run with the latter
We know the cameras and anchors conspire
With the drones and the fucking gallows
To keep the hood on the hangman and profit margins up on the rope
We keep getting poorer,
But they swear we're fine because we keep getting fatter
It's forward.
We are balancing sandbags, so backwards, so achingly slow
Cartographers who carve the path using cloak and dagger
It flows, slick as the mix on the hit song on Christian rock radio
And you can change the channel Lord
Second chances overboard
Left for dead or if you're lucky, left alone for a while
Best case a notch to the left of the dial
Wondering what it felt like to feel like you felt,
Before you found out the glaciers we're all gonna melt,
Let alone when new of new wars stopped hitting home
In your name but outta your control
Comet's tail
Oh, the tracer burns bright against a clear desert night
Well at home,
We've got some new verses to write for the stars and stripes forever
"It's folds protect no tyrant crew," just me and just you
Complicit hospital bombers
Invaders
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