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this is how it starts
(break into component parts)
these lines, these angles our/are story arcs
(they interesect in city parks)
and all along the walks of life
when it’s your friend who holds the knife
and bares his teeth so gentle white
and tears into your heart (goodnight)

but on and on this story goes
a course it follows no-one knows
silent, creeping, only grows
through all the highs and lows
until when we begin to see
how blind we are, how can it be
to take a leap and start alarms
to leave our jobs and take up arms

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CHORUS
our cities are destructing
as the creature is constructing
this distance spreads between us
and the lines begin to blur
our violence is erupting
but sometimes things corrupting
strangely are instructing
and can only be the cure
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so i stop to look around
(though battered, hungry, beaten down)
i gaze across this milling crowd
(i see these faces, staring proud)
grasping for that common thread
that binds this life, and to the dead
an ember burning, still aglow
it is a light that we all know

the furnace of the thoughts of men
(with these words we’re whole again)
a new beginning there is no end
(grab these shards and start to mend)
so comes the dawn, our cities burned
and we accept what we have learned
we all conform, all toe the line
and will until the end of time

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CHORUS
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CHORUS
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