arsenals. You're laying down again. Disappear, Orlean. Because your swansong fell on fallen heads. You're laying down again. . Locked up in the distance. In the falter above us. As the contrails pass
stake through my heart!. And drag me into sunlight. So awake for your greed. As you're slaying the dreamer Swansong for the Wish of Night. God it hurts, give a name to the pain. Our primrose path to
away with it. Now the band are playing your swansong. And you shall know the wrath of it You could have said it to my face. Any time or any place. I'll light you up and smoke you down. And watch
