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clinging animal to the sandy mills
a wave of stings and leaves
wrestle me from poverty
i've seen the light of joylessness
that left the rest of us here
free of sarcasm like a blinding light
there's no travelling without a vision
what it is you are
the torches are all out now
and incredible as it seems
there was a year in envy
before there was a year of greed
i'll be turned out
standing in an ocean
i'll announce it looking under
and all these words flow
andy votion what is it you need
ringing and a ringing
when nobody is home
finally someone answers
a friend of a friend who says oh
for hours kill me sinking whole
and i'm always in the roof of my head
the mouths they are all choking
the mouths they never sleep with me
yet a mouths a terrible sculpture
out lost at sea
i am also fighting promotion
like i used to be
they told me we should crumble indeed
but i would not show them how
you spoke with such authority
i will miss you down in quarantine
well all the saints were sceptics
but they could not get to sleep
you should have been in movies
with a heaven and a hell so deep
they told me we should crumble indeed
but i could not show them how
you spoke with such authority
i will miss you down in quarantine