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Devils are walking amongst us And the only thing left to believe Is to believe We are here Trading skeletons for skeletons Trying to lighten the load Because Hell doesn't wait for you to die To bring you home Sometimes we wonder Are our moons for sale? Are our moons in high demand Or have they become surpluses? While we prepare for our last meal We take our shot at building our paradises A little bubble, a little refuge So fragile, so beautiful, so irrational A gold-leafed imprint of a diamond The moon belongs to everyone Like the Sun, the day, and the night And it's looking to play If we must drink blood Might as well pour it in the holy grail
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC
Our Moons
Devils are walking amongst us And the only thing left to believe Is to believe We are here Trading skeletons for skeletons Trying to lighten the load Because Hell doesn't wait for you to die To bring you home Sometimes we wonder Are our moons for sale? Are our moons in high demand Or have they become surpluses? While we prepare for our last meal We take our shot at building our paradises A little bubble, a little refuge So fragile, so beautiful, so irrational A gold-leafed imprint of a diamond The moon belongs to everyone Like the Sun, the day, and the night And it's looking to play If we must drink blood Might as well pour it in the holy grail
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22/F/Chicago
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC
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