Original lyrics

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These daughters lend the tongue its sword sliced through unmeasured suits giving more barrels to heat speaches mean nothing to a cord oh oh oh yeah these streets lay dead and bloodied let us use the tongue as a handsaw buildings broken on top of heroes faint teaching of neoclasical let us use the tongue as a handsaw with as much modesty the scenes we've read from this bench before the moth has signed his throat lies/where/it/falls the cyclopse hammers fall on the top of flaming beds destroying the author of affection in a definate affectionate slaughter yeah she's seen in lovely dresses much like a whore......... unpack my heart with words as deep as the lungs... quarentine X communication is bleak dance in circles saturate metaphorical force tread upon the heels that fall ten timeserk if this shoud fail if this should fail new world destruction HAS MADE US BLACK