Minus

[00:00.87] Here is the world they'll try to sell you
[00:07.17] Here is the ache habituate
[00:13.47] They'll have your eyes and they will hang your view
[00:18.87] So high
[00:24.41] Minus the world we find forgiveness
[00:30.71] Minus the world she finds herself
[00:37.91] Minus the wars/walls, she wouldn't hang her view
[00:43.32] So low
[00:48.87] Why did their eyes shadow and plague those creatures we portray?
[00:55.17] Born into this unvariable mess, this bankruptcy - her and I have left
[01:24.02] Paradox can un numb on me
[01:28.52] Minus greed
[01:32.12] You are growing cold
[01:34.82] Minus belief
[01:38.42] We are growing old
[01:51.02] Minus our fears she is outspoken
[01:57.34] Minus our hands she is clean
[02:04.55] But in filth we destroy purity
[02:10.86] Who's words conceived?
[02:15.35] Sorrow and shame tingle and mend and get it endlessly
[02:21.65] End of the day of diprevidation of make believe tranquillity
[02:35.16] Minus the world we leave
[02:40.56] Minus the world we live
[02:48.66] Minus the world we live
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