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Track 4: Fences (Goodness Gracious Salutations)
Metallic men
Cathedral men
Spears through their heads
Fences to their left
Things feel safe
And things feel sorry
Situation's sad
But the situation's stable
Guiding light like an iron hand
Fearful men on blackened grass
Boy keeps going and burning things down
Some drunken lunatic wandering the town
And the people stand
On borrowed time
To worship a man
That taxes the sky
A person breathes
Through cold tubes
On stolen property
In a hollow room
Greetings are given
Salutations from friends
Dreaming by format
Dreaming depends
Under the Earth nothing awaits
Hot rocks and sulfur
Foul things rot
They rot nearby
And they rot without concern
There are no chills
No warmth to pursue
Some kind of clarity
Through absolutely nothing.
Praise.
