Gravity is precious
The air we breathe is wine
If you think the stars are joking, you’ve already lost your mind
Brave child
Why are you all-a-weep?
The huntress shall return
Meek and mild
I know you watch me sleep
Cities are gonna burn
But what a careless thought
Such a crown of thorns
When we all can be sold and bought
We’ll hear the bell that warns
Gonna March right outta this town
To the woods
To the thicket
To the marsh
To the groves
Gonna live underground
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
Gravity is precious
The air we breathe is wine
If you think the stars are joking, you’ve already lost your mind
Brave child
Why are you all-a-weep?
The huntress shall return
Meek and mild
I know you watch me sleep
Cities are gonna burn
But what a careless thought
Such a crown of thorns
When we all can be sold and bought
We’ll hear the bell that warns
Gonna March right outta this town
To the woods
To the thicket
To the marsh
To the groves
Gonna live underground
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