Symmetrical somethings
Floating, centuries away
Centuries past
And rhythm passed today
At ease men
History's a let down
Burning it's victims in tragedy
The revolution's on
Oh, it's on
The fit, too unfit
Only the smartest walk unscathed
Red, virgin red
The blood that's coursing through these veins
Loyalty to royalty
To the crown
To the throne
Trademarked in a bargain bin
To which twice has been left
Left to the thrill of such moralization
Thrilled slightly to the left
You've been in a sleepless dance
Only sleeping by chance
Broken broken, fix fix
Left again, with the thoughts of it
Thoughts of taking time and chances
The truth is in your memory
In your memory
And remembering the scars
Of four finely tuned falls
Let me put it this way
It's like jumping seven stories four time
Knowing you'll still walk away
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