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Psychedelic waves in the ocean of war
Nothing was learned from that lesson before
We're a traveling mass with a memory loss
While the army men roll but still gathering mossNothing was learned
Every highway has turned
On to winding avenues
To a black wall they're carved on toPsychedelic waves in the ocean of war
Nothing was learned from that lesson before
We're a traveling mass with a memory loss
While the army men roll but still gathering mossNothing was learned
Every highway has turned
On to winding avenues
To a black wall they're carved on toNow to earth the land is at war
With each whittling birth behind every door
They'll do unto you what they've done to me
So not to let go means not to be freeNothing was learned
Every highway has turned
On to winding avenues
To a black wall they're carved on toNothing was learned
Nothing was learned
Nothing was learned
Nothing was learnedNothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing