Gift Eaters - It Lifts, Sways | Текст песни

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It lifts and sways.
It dots the sky, red, angry, and dying
it's last crashing breath on cities of fading embers.
The street lights are birthed
in the still darkness of young evenings,
and ghosts of the day wander blindly,
seeking solace in the coming dawn.
The glimmers of hope are muddied and dull,
but grudgingly burn, hopeful and alive.
And we sit, drowningin our own refuse and cowardice,
waiting for change.

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