Lay down in the tall grass
Disappear into green
Cards down the die is cast
A shadow breaks the scene
Acorns on a tin roof
When chaos finally reigns
An open window kills
And white shirts easily stain
When the three beggars arrive
Stars align
Someone must die
Me or you
A pyramid is drawn
I embody the peak
I am me, I am gone
Whispering when you speak
With a drill trough your foot
You can't come running back
Adjoined fingers of wood
Careful to strike a match
We'll burn it down
She'll pull us into to hell
In a red shoulder bag
What secret letters spell
When will it be the last
And in the darkest night
Smoke veils a crimson moon
Herded in the zeitgeist
Blind to the anti-christ

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