SLIDEOh, cursed morning—
Who told you to rise?
When time's a sliding mask that may still
Roll back with our eyes.
Oh, blessed falling,
Crawling into night—
I'm learning more than I intended
Try not to though I might
No angels walk with me,
All angels ride—
I give up my ghost for thee
And we will forever slideOh, take my shoulders
And square them to the wind—
Go knock upon the mountain
To be let out or in.
Moving where someone else has wandered,
The dead trip into light—
We're learning more than we intended
Try not to though we mightNo angels walk with me,
All angels ride—
I give up my ghost for thee
And we will forever slide
We roll and tumble,
Rattle, shake, and hum—
We're dying to be other
But we kill not to become.
Grief sides with glory,
They laugh deep into the night—
Learning more than they intended
Try not to though they mightNo angels walk with me,
All angels ride—
I give up my ghost for thee
And we will forever slide
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