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This time was like genocide
Split open improbability
Now we pray for feathers when it rains uncontrollably
And there's signs explaining
Consequences you'd best learn to fly
Practice by hopping fences
Call it as it comes if your battle is to run
Focus on the motive that has haunted you since young

Silence has left us your treaties denied
Bless my soul, bless my eye
Now you'll see us with our hands to the sky
Through this godforsaken genocide

This time was my favorite ride
Spliced open everything in front of me
Now I need forgiveness when this god has no country
For old men and there's
Books explaining
You'd best learn to fly
Practice by hopping fences
Call it as it comes if your battle is to run
Focus on the motive that has haunted you since young
If I were really me
And you we're really I
We'd product a womb for pathetic eyes

Stop that staring
You know it will depress your thinking
Yeah

Silence has left us your treaties denied
Bless my soul bless my eye
Now you'll see us with our hands to the sky
Through this godforsaken genocide

(I didn't mean to eat it up, but it tasted so good)