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All we are is pieces moving back and forth, little cogs in a machine that churns out movementâ¦
In the days when you were young, a queer machine in robes of color with radiant pink and purple thoughts.
It turns out movement just goes unnoticed.
I've been waiting for a cross to grow out of the ground aligning with your bones.
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Show him hell.
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Now throw him in.
In the days before your love, an oddity in a nervous summer with blatant anti social thoughts.
It turns out movement just goes unnoticed.
I've been waiting for a cross to grow.
Across display of self righteous repose.
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Show him hell.
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Now throw him in.
All we are is pieces moving back and forth, little cogs in a machine that churns out movementâ¦