We've constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping. This is the land where the Pharaoh died.
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered.They are saying, "Forget the night."
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God, I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul
I'll tell you this no eternal reward will forgive us for wasting the dawn.
Wandering, wandering in a hopeless night. Out here in the perimeter there still are no stars. Out here we's stoned, immaculate.
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