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Between the pales

Upon the hours and hours

Between the pales

Upon the hours and hours

Behold all vision is through me

At night and in terrible dreams

From for the bewitched loins of Isis

All hearing forth has come

From fathers work undone

Upon the Phallic spear of Osiris

Forever we are adorned with the wisdom of your seed

Forever we are yours in mutilation

Forever we are adorned with the wisdom of your seed

Forever we are yours in mutilation

As if our grandfathers would even pity us

As only wisdom knows, there’s no such thing as luck

Stigma bound

Yet failed the gold rush

Pales upon pales

Hours upon hours

Between the axe and elbow

Shoulder and stone

The house in which you stand

Mortar made of sweat and bone

Pales upon pales

Hours upon hours

Pales upon pales

Hours upon hours

There is more honour in the last gasping breath

Spilled forth from a dying old man's chest

Than all the seas of all the tears the younger can conjour.

For with one wish they'd give it all away.

Between the pales

Upon the hours and hours

Between the pales

Upon the hours and hours