Winter skies were hiding
Fever painted scars on their throne
What they were providing
Made me forget all what was known
There were Pieces Missing
In these empty hands of stone
Deep outside the border
Boatmen found me mapping out Styx
I spoke out of order
A stitch in time saves what I can't fix
When there's Pieces Missing
In the ears of pops and clicks
Many men have tried and failed along the way
I'll make sure to send a postcard - yeah
They might breach the tar pit
If the feathers cover the floors
They believe they've made it
Just before I kick in their doors
With these Pieces Missing
I'll fight war instead of wars

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