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Sleep puts me on edge
The city creaks and bends
Run a knife through it
God swatter
Cut the world from its axis
Awake but un alive
It's the spirit of our times
Reach into this head
Articulate my stance
Draw a line through me
God swatter
Cut the wheat from the chaff
Re animate the mind
Wake up you're still alive
To my shame I kept it hiding
In the bottom of the boat
Living in the back room
Swelling to the windows
To my shame I kept it hiding
In the bottom of the boat
Living in the back room
Swelling to the windows
Awake but un alive
It's the spirit of our times
