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Defeat The Low - Balance and Composure.

Feel the heat dripping from our dirty tongues
Gathering flames now
Just last year we felt the hell of a sneaky spark
Let it burn us to the ground
There’s a hole in all there is to see in these waking days
And it’s all fake
Open wide
The taste we’ve all been tasting in our tongues and in our minds

And take that head of yours and stick it through the clouds
You’ve been buried underneath our world
With all your selfish doubt
By the time you turn the clocks all back
You’ll be covered in all the leaves
It’s a shame you didn’t look around
Oh, all the things you’d see

Defeat the low