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There is no morning, miss the sun of God

There is no trumpet, no waking call !!

Here in silence

All or none

Awful mess in the air, renitent

Can't resist the provocation

All the ghosts celebrate their game

"We are the mess in the ear of God!"

Here in silence

All or none

Three is the count of the game

And the circle's running free

Start again in the same constellation

The fear not to be gives the fuel

The subconscious dominates

Unsaid thing, realised

But can't stop it

Here in silence

All or

None

Here in silence

All or

None

Here in silence

All or none

Hang on the circle

All or fuckin' none