LYRIC

Out in the dark, Nietzsche
Walks among the parishes
And chewing his bones, anxious
Melts away and vanishes
Tabula slate, hooray
Praying for the bodies to assemble a way
Pave a new way
Combat the day, Bula Ray
Oh, Tahoo Lay
Conjure the wave
What he says
Murderer's play

Dear Lincoln, I write
Consciously and terribly
For when will the dead remain
The walls of coffin beds begin
To topple with flames
Scream names
Simply theorizing that away and away
Paves a new way
Combat for they, a new day
Oh, Taboo Ray
Comfort insane
What he says
Out of the brain

Dear Lincoln, Dear Lincoln
Dear Lincoln, Dear Lincoln
Why don't you call?
Why don't you care?
Dear Lincoln, Dear Lincoln

Dear Lincoln, I cry
Canvasing analogies
And wailing a leit motif
Nietzsche claps a melody
Herbal attains
No Gain
Throbbing like the viruses
And sends it away
Straight to the day
Add it to they
Taha Ray
Where the stones lay
Tap the flesh of the sane
We are a game

And out of the water
And into the crevices of suits
Breaks the armoury of the bumblebee
And slips in through an open doorway

Dear Lincoln, Dear Lincoln
Dear Lincoln, Dear Lincoln
Why don't you call?
Why don't you care?
Dear Lincoln, Dear Lincoln

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