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
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