Brightest angels jarred in pails of gasoline

Lost forever, seared into a burning seam

There’s no turning back what we’ve become

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Here we are again at our wits end

And there’s no way out

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Heave, hate

We won’t drive and we won’t shape the stone

I’ve got bones to pick with you

You’re meddling about wasting good space

Our people they, good people, they got to be free

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Brightest angels jarred in pails of gasoline

Lost forever, seared into a burning seam

There’s no turning back what we’ve become

What we’ve become

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Let Bygones be tyrants be sinners be saints

Don’t sell me, the same old line you sell all your friends

I have bones, you have bones

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They feed as we feed and they sleep as we sleep

And they bleed as we bleed, speak as we speak

And they kill as we kill, judge as we judge

And they fail as we fail, break as we break

And they pray as we pray, take as we take

Everything, anything, well within reach

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Here we are again at our wits end

And there’s no way out

Brightest angles jarred in pails of gasoline

And there’s no way out