LYRIC
All the world like I was dead
Bushwick on the Lethe side
Exhalate a mourning sun
They can dig a hole for me [Chorus] Arcadia, until the end
And I am done
Arcadia, until the end
And I am gone [Verse 2] Back in holy Trinity
Roaming Newark IAP
I sleep on American soil
Where they'll dig a hole for me [Chorus] Arcadia, until the end
And I am done
Arcadia, until the end
And I am gone
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