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Dress the part, it’s storytelling timeSharpen your knivesWatering mouthsClean your plates for some tender ITell me how the story ends nowCome home, come see our placeOur labyrinth, you keep paceWe push the boundariesSo the rules are bentSo it’s give and takeCome wallow in my sorrowBreathe

There it was, the land of decayWe should pack our things and run awayRest in the quicksandShoulder to shoulder, hand in handSink slowly now, take flightLet silence take this empty lightTake a deep breath as we go, as we goWanting higherWanting higher upWanting higher’