Testo One Two

Rows
Of flailing light
Rip open eyes
Long closed

Crack,
The clamor of The cranes above
She grows

Tall
And tenuous,
She rouses us
Below

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One two

Sore
And lazy-eyed
I wonder if
She knows Of all
The victimized
Who don't know where
They'll go

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One two

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One two

When
She falls asleep
I wait for her
Reprise

And then
They drill her walls
Awake to remember me