...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings...
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest...
Was music choir...
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It will never leave...
...the scar...
The choir will never leave.
Sing for the lurker.
Sing for the one with horns.
We pity the feathers,
We devour the wing...
I sang for the swans.
I raped her on her throne.

Let the fallen...
Let the fallen hear.
"It never rains around here."
The sane, with it's beautiful voices...
A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans.
The swans, smothered on our chests,
Was music... choir...