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the conquestthe conquest
this is the kingdom where the true god rules a horrid realm where every light's a lie and only pain can fall out of the sky no gentle beast can rest by shaded pools instead by harsh noon light predator drools and angry laughter fills its leering eye not one of us can choose we must comply if anyone said otherwise they're fools you listen and you count each fading beat of that weak drum you claim to want to hear there is no other music that is left nor any other players in this heat who might give us the music we hold dear just to remind us that we are
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on the black roadon the black road
we catch the crabs at night on the black road just shovel them into the waiting bag until the sweat pools and your spirits flag
above the stars signal in arcane code while you wipe down with an old smelly rag we catch the crabs at night on the black road
that leads us back to where the waters flowed past all the places where we let hope sag back into swamp where memories might nag we catch the crabs at night on the black road
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in this gentle rainin this gentle rain
you miss the vision in this gentle rain of what was needed by the hungry soul since no one here is in their proper role
nor is the story ever truly plain for none of us could ever reach the goal you miss the vision in this gentle rain
of cities built upon an ancient pain and of the sweetness that they could control but neither salt nor sugar can console you miss the vision in this gentle rain
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true gospeltrue gospel
it never matters what you truly think the prize turns to be only fools' gold and what is written's just a waste of ink
no hero's there to save you on the brink nor is the story like what you were told it never matters what you truly think
since each of us is just another link now this whole history is very old and what is written's just a waste of ink
don't whine or argue you'll go in the clink while all the scoundrels still shall be extolled it never matters what you truly think
as each tortfeasor is passed on the wink &nb
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