They call this the badlands baby
But it used to be bayou
The shore of an inland sea
But I can hear you coming
And there’s a hole in the world
And the light is leaking out
Spilling like water
And I can hear you coming
What new delivery is this
I saw you rise and creep across the sky
and all night as I fled you came behind eating all the stars
Dig to find
Why the light is left
Rocks and stones, skulls and bones
Whispered stories, tales of glory and a tragic fall from grace
And we’re still falling just like the dinosaurs
And a tragic fall from grace
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