Listen, listen to the whispering wind
Streets are about to burn, they say
Remember the pages you once tore apart
The liquid walls are giving away.
Set your clocks for the sunset alarms
Covers are flying away never to return
Peacocks are celebrating the first fire,
The painted world and its golden sepulchre.
And yet, you scream on about your wishes
Wish you were aware of life's disguises.
Alike we are, yet you were too busy to see
Anarchy calls me now, is it the time to leave?
Streets are about to burn, they say
Remember the pages you once tore apart
The liquid walls are giving away.
Set your clocks for the sunset alarms
Covers are flying away never to return
Peacocks are celebrating the first fire,
The painted world and its golden sepulchre.
And yet, you scream on about your wishes
Wish you were aware of life's disguises.
Alike we are, yet you were too busy to see
Anarchy calls me now, is it the time to leave?
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