This is the new age, the new art
The new ethic and thought
Yet here we long for Eden
Too late, we know the stakes we played for
And now we know what a worm was made for
We have new lights, and we can see
I said, we can see without the sun
Your heavy lies
Such heavy lies
There is a cancer, a dark ink
That has clouded up my soul
And blotted out my memories
The worm, he leaks my life away
The worm, he know one day i will break
What are these lights?
Who is this man?, i ask
Who is this man they call the Son?
We are the lights on the hill
Have we dug ourselves too deep?
We were to pray in the garden
But instead, we have fallen asleep

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