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We scheme in tunnel vision

Real slow on target

We breath through an incision

Real deep

Real long

We are revolution

We’re leading our wake into unknown

We heed no evolution

Recording our ways in maps of stone

We come in silent wonder

Take hold

Root down

We breed a simple blunder

Dead city

Dead town

Welcome to our time

I feed your telephone

I hear it ringing wake up