.Take the sickles down from the steeples,
This ice blue blood red ringing sound.
Torment the abscess of our precedent,
Watching the empty walls fade away again.
And weâre destined to chain ourselves to the walls.
Burn victims torpedo through the air.
Listen as the roof caves.
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