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You feel it all around You've torn your ins and outs But what's left to be seen You've reached a higher brow A saddled even crown A thankless scenery The brood is finer now Reformed, privileged frown A critique of apathy We've killed the gods and how We let them bleed it out As you slip through the door and hear No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No A jugular cut down Your voice is gone for now A new form of thievery What's lost cannot be found Never the guard is down A teenage fever dream You've given up and how It's long before now You realize what we've seen The gods are dead and loud We bathe in their blood gown As you slip through the door and hear No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No No, No, No, No