Slow Season - Synanon | Текст песни

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Our father was a doctor
Before he was a god
And our mother was his silent, cringing prophet
They lived inside the belly of a mountain
And drew their guns beside the poisoned fountain

We were a golden children, and we lived everywhere
Our parents had a secret, our father had a chair
And into the clouds we would ride
Free of sin and full of his pride

We played a game and told a lie and made sure it was true
And gave the lawyer a snake, just to see what he would do
The land was swallowed whole
Inside of it sorrow and sin
"Today is the first day", we told it,
"So let the games begin."

And the floor gave way to the maw
And the taxman came with the demons of the law

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