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� Beside the aftermath of us, the boundary of the loon �
� An island through the busy streets within a dusty room �
� The urchin's face as black as night, the matter of the wall �
� And all the while beguiling as the wretched linen falls �
� Falling down the wooden stairs �
� And as she falls she hears her father calling her name �
� Sleep on �
� No one can hurt you now �
� Another child to be filled, filled by the waterway �
� Across the ever-changing land the products venture forth �
� On stallion-tuned from marble blocks and bloody meaty moths �
� High above the filthy streets a man observes the day �
� An island of a lone himself, mechanical grey �
� Falling down the wooden stairs �
� And as she falls she hears her father calling her name �
� Sleep on �
� No one can hurt you now �
� Another child to be filled, filled by the waterway �
Now hundreds of years later, I wake up in the morn
I'm reaching for my iPhone, I have a little yawn
The modern world in which we live, industrial affairs
Cast from the finest cruelty and sold to no one cares
Falling down wooden stairs
And as she falls she hears her father calling her name
Sleep on, no one can hurt you now
Another child to field, kill the water wheel
Falling down wooden stairs
I forget my name now
Does anybody care?
Sleep on, industrial affairs
Nothing really matters when you're spinning through air
Sleep on, no one can hurt you now