Now its time to wrap our fears in the night
And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames
After all the things you say
You hate me for being this way
Still you won't let go of old ideals
There is no headline to read at night
When the record skips
And you're not holding the needle
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in flames
Rain, rain down, rain
Rain, rain down
Rain, rain down
Rain, rain down
Here in this collapsed lung of a borough there is no sunlight
The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
Distant and incoherent and the businessmen hang themselves
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in flames
The lower east side is a jukebox playing the dead man's crescendo
The needle is a vector an intersection that we all must cross
A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls
Discard this message burn your city down, down
Burn high, you're burning with this song
Yeah, what on the first day
Discard this message
Throw this bottle back into the ocean
Rip this page from the history books
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's going to rain
It's going to rain
And it never ends
We all sing the songs of separation
Watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in flames

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