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Music is the food of love
But quietness soothes the indigestion of the soul

Happy endings may abound, if you search
All I can see is an old ruined church
Stately, with feeling
For many are the long nights
And dark is the bedroom floor
As I wish for you to come back down and build my home
For war is peace
Freedom is slavery
Ignorance is strength
War is peace
Freedom is slavery
Ignorance is strength

Helicopters watch us from the murky sky
Seeing all the time
One big dark eye
Lying on the arsenic-scented paving of good intentions
Many times more we shall seek for the end
Moving all the time as we fight to repent
As I lay in this house and nobody speaks
For the right to bear arms
Controlling all he sees before him
We watch the huge hilarious concrete flyover,
spoiling lazily to escape the mastery of the savage engines

They say it’s a modern take on a classic
Well that’s kind of meaningless without any class
Expressly different from that which went before
Our brothers and sisters lie fallen in a distant hole
The empire of darkness is spreading through my necropolis
Bringing with it fear
The miserable merchants weave nets of despite
Meaningless phrases drift like burning icecubes
Miserable
The miserable merchants weave nets of despite
Meaningless phrases drift like burning icecubes

That’s just the way it happens sometimes
Quietness surrounds any who do not try to escape its grasp
God bless the Duke of Argyll
His rivers of pain smelting tentacle tubes
Never writing out of the boxes he gives you the
We sing along to the opera each night
Help me. Let me breathe.
I never once said them. The things I wanted to say to you.
For we all may be equal, but they’re far more equal than me
God bless you, everyone

Mothers watching children watching other children dance
Heavenly voices sing beautiful song
You’re just a little boy, and you’ll disappear
Dropping icecubes into burning tea
Dripping water hollows a stone
As a ring is worn down by constant use
So many tried, so many try
So many failed, so many fell
Hand built, tested, tuned
Gently away, through night’s long dark
The only good man is a dead man

Perhaps one tongue is enough
Perhaps one tongue deserves another
Like a dead man out of mind
I lay alone and wanting
What fools the mortals are
Singing “come out and play
We wont hurt you
Come out and play”
It’s the beginning of the end
It’s much too quiet ‘round here
It was made in Cornwall with blood and sweat
Softly, slowly, with tears on your breast
It’s something to believe in

Your whole life is nothing but a smear
It’s always much too late
Hollow, empty, dead
Nurse unupblown
Cowards may die many times
Well then, how many are you, for we are many
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori
Let slip the dogs of war
For I have supped full with horrors
Now as I walk out
I scream a strange dark interlude
Memento mori

Every good boy deserves favour
Every good boy deserves a face
Not going home three halves empty
Babies ripped untimely from the womb
Flung into an ungrateful tomb
Chairs explode with burning grief
Nothing will come of nothing
Nothing all the way down
Nothing will come of nothing
Nothing for ever and ever
Nothing all the way down is nothing
All the way down is nothing
Music is your own experience
For all things can corrupt perverted minds
Music is the food of love
But quietness soothes the indigestion of the soul

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