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Swallowed (Grand Tour II)
the cold has wings that shred me quiet heart
call me an ambulence i've od'ed on silence
calm me with good news the world is quick to spin
our lives are shuddering mr richter in his grave again
the night is cold it's wings are broken fog
tell me i'm a rock that no arrow can pierce
fell me with an axe weilded by tomorrow
beehives on city streets sting at high noon
the day can only wait for attention
get up get dressed get smashed get it on
give up give thanks for the praise from your deathbed
the earth cracks and we are all swallowed
