sold my soul, set a foal free

Space, the place outside, the space we fill, with an orchard full of trees

Chop chop chop chop chop them down

Burn that dirty past beyond the oily ground

You’ve seen it all before, you’ll see it all again, but upside down and inside out, and all kinds of in between. Fur waistcoat, worn with black black black black black

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