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WINTERSONG (THE WOOD FOR THE TREES)
I've seen strangers
on bended knee,
embracing tyranny
at vespers nine.
Well, it is dimmer now,
A sign of things to come.
Some of us were born to rust,
Joints creaking in the sun.
Some of us were born to learn,
They're just as futile as we once were.
Some of us have come so far,
under a red queen's gaze.
Some of us will never be known,
They've known it all, every one.
I wrap my heart in sleet
and I swallow all this pride.
I've sold our souls for this cause.
Let me explain.
A Single star guides the weary
like shades drawn to a flame
From this moment we've begun to see.
Collapse with me into the floor littered with the snow
We'll let the mannequins take our place.
They are being watched, watched for their stillness.
We must not move, must not disturb
The surface.
Collapse with me into dirt under their feet.
We will fool them yet.
We will provoke the emptiness below, and we will shift.
We must be still, and keep our hearts under our tongues.
I hope there's mercy somewhere,
when the ground beneath their feet gives way.
I wrap my heart in sleet
and I swallow all this pride.
I've sold our souls for this cause.
Your turn.
We are the sign of things to come
We are the sign of things to come
We are. The sign. We are. to come.
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