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Paler than the deathly skies

Today my friend

We turn the tide

All The left behind

All going to the coal city at night

Pick the pupil & dilate the child

What a wondering time to die

Leave the empty body behind

Today we turn the tide

Now

Can you hear

The needle is calling our name

High

It’s what we need

To pretend to cleanse the pain

Today we turn the tide

Dissolving on our bones

Shivering in this shit dawn

We wash the cracks

Today we turn the tide

Now

Can you hear

The needle is calling our name

High

It’s what we need

To pretend to cleanse the pain

Spectral janitors sweeping out the dusty halls

So hard to write when you just need to draw

Canceled eyes burning in the skid rows

Neon chaos in a junk-sick dawn

Now

Can you hear

The needle is calling our name

High

It’s what we need

To pretend to cleanse the pain

We are the Herelies