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Civilized all our lives
Not a breath
The grass unmoved
To sleep inside the stillnessWithout blood, without air
All the stares
Averting eyes
This was whats worse than dyingMy mind was set
Just like the suns red
But now the sun is setting
There have been someThat cut me good
The blood was there for lettingThe weekend nights
Can change your life
Unfold your arms
One last surprise
Something before we dieOur eyes closed
Once more will not roll
This killing is good killing
Despite the red and years and years of sinning
Elizabeth is winningBikes on dirt roads
In St. Andrews
Under pines, Id let you win
Canada is purity
That has nothing to do with our skinUnrefined
The pitch of pines
Grass stained shirts and fucked up hair
To breathe outside the stillnessWith your blood and the air
Withstand the stares
Straighten eyes
We do not fear this dyingOur eyes are closed
Once more will not roll
This killing is good killing
Despite the red and years and years of sinning
Elizabeth is winningForget these lights
We dont need so much explaining
Elizabeth is winning