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Ebon gold dust on the meek city sky Night calls again, another day to die Agents in the field, serving the shield Ours is not to ask the question why But to serve the master of the all seeing eye Hazy laced days, pacing beat street Casual demeanor, keeps me discreet On a mission of sedition Characters in a play, live in conceit Serving their secret masters of the downbeat
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
The Drifting Away: Manifest Reailty
Ebon gold dust on the meek city sky Night calls again, another day to die Agents in the field, serving the shield Ours is not to ask the question why But to serve the master of the all seeing eye Hazy laced days, pacing beat street Casual demeanor, keeps me discreet On a mission of sedition Characters in a play, live in conceit Serving their secret masters of the downbeat
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
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