gold
We pulled apart a
And everything’s
fail and falter
cold
Bring me the altar!
picture
leaving
But I’m minus the
Bring me the altar!
At the seams and
And there’s a part
Minotaur
And mine was the
the fixtures
of every picture
Mine was the Mi-
hand that cast the
There’s blood in
that needs words
notaur
first stone
the mixture
to make a meaning
Minus the torso
I’m sunk to the
And the drinks get
And the worst of
Minus the Taurus
knees
cold
all the whispers is
We’re drunk at the
And I’m down to
I’ll meet you at the
your back
lips
the bone
gate
And that its bleed-
And the rise of the
In the belly of a
ing
chorus
bullfrog
And the gypsie
And everything’s
We drown our-
towers
Drunk at the lips
palms are reading
gold
selves
for the lustful and
The night gets cold
And the night get
And everything’s
Til we lose that
lost
Brick by Brick
cold
cold
sober
for the minutes and
We’ll pile this gold
So I
and
Were sold as gold
Mine was the Mi-
But we’re lead all
We’ll drown this
Row them?
building ivory
sickness
Row them (join
notaur
over
This town grows
back to the back
Minus the torso
A bed of reeds to
old
ground chant?)
Minus the Taurus
The night is young
We’re drunk at the
But
lips
The people are
Chorus
And the ones that
I’ll Break my back
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