Reflection halt the subtle dew
mindless dots crowd the sunlight
hear the trumpet call you holy
fill your puddle full of tears
behind the stars there is a home
grow old with the possibility of pain
vines grow over my grave
carry on my love
this world has no more for me
my wings have become cramped and withered
Ludwig, he's living fancy
don't worry about the journey
Stalin won't hurt you
bizarre numbers crawl down the hickory fence
i see a rabbit selling lemonade
strange modern uncertainty
howling new age ideals
down goes the honorable man
intense fortress of the archetype king
blow me away oh lord
whisper peace unto my deafen ear
miles away the bullfrog sings
the motherland holds no sway
flee the right
flee the left
tell the board it's time to leave
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