Roots raise the concrete under my boots under my feet
Hell holds the sidewalk together with leaves together with chalk
Will wakes the weak ones until there are none until there is none
Call, call me Rosebud before the noise before the flood
Now all misunderstood hidden before your eyes hidden beneath your hype
Draw back some blood feels fantastic sealed in plastic
Go, go back down the way you came broke broken in the dust again
Know, low are leaders are dismayed faith in fire shall be repaid
Soon smoke outside your electric spire ecclesiastic, amber and plastic

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