I know something that you may not understand
To pick apart the elements, and drive the ghosts straight from our land
Why all fall out, is this life just too much?
Why jump the gun, when the fun's just begun?
Oh sister please, drop your formalities
In the burning place, its all the same so pick apart the sun
Go lie down and take rest, I'm off to live a broken drummers hum
Quiet and lonely, distance is my honey and my gold
And my treasure is in solitude, my bible is the road
My enemy is emptiness, and my tank is running low
Thank god for the angels, that pick apart the sky
They pleasure me, they pleasure us, until the day we die
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