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Soil

would see the beauty then, we would stand staring in awe At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges Like a story told by the fault lines and the soil

On a string On a string On a string, I was held the way I move, can you tell? My actions are orchestrated from above So I swing and I sway wave my hand

Here we go Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight, it is a goddamn song For all you goddamn people Well, the animals laugh

There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a shocking bit

Our love is dead but without limit Like the surface of the moon Or the land between here and the mountains Well, it is not these hiding places that have

The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what

Well, you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf I don't take you out that often 'Cause I know that I completed you And that's why you are here That

my sphere Trips into infinite twilights confessing my past Mortal scorn, and I bleed for your soul Scent, delicately scenting wounds Serenity in flames, ail My native soil

now har started the desperate fight for peace As rebuilding is in progress, another war is unleashed Warriors now exterminate all the life around A silent sanguinary soil