Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.
In the blue hours, I am free from myself.
I think maybe I’ll keep chasing the life long high
Of an overworked mind forever.
Long, exhausted bars of light in my window
Chase away the late night that came before them,
And prime me for the next one.
In the blue hours, I am free from myself.
I think maybe I’ll keep chasing the life long high
Of an overworked mind forever.
I looked up at the statue, and it looked down at me.
There we stood, unhappy wretches.
If we get scared, they have us in their pockets.
If we don't, all they have is blood.
And blood is not a weapon.
From what I remember, it was born growing.
It was born hot, expanding, glowing,
and the people were made of gold
and of fire.
And it kept growing, it kept burning hot, bright,
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