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Album: The Sleeping House
For all the spires
This city raised
You'd think
This is a holy place
The shadow of a cross descends
But it's swallowed by the haze
You never sleep do you?
Always pouring smoke into
The atmosphere
What happens here
Stays with us till the grave
Wisdom cries out
In the streets
But the sirens
Are singing us to sleep
They're so loud
That I can't think
I hear voices
But I just can't tell
And when we're dead
The city prevails
Countless walk the open streets
With shackles chained
Around their feet
Wisdom says to fly away
But they cannot see their wings
Water, water everywhere
But not a drop
That I would dare
Drink and so we think we'll go
Imbibe the filthy air
Wisdom cries out
In the streets
But the sirens
Are singing us to sleep
They're so loud
That I can't think
I hear voices
But I just can't tell
And when we're dead
The city prevails
Don't be silent, God
Don't be silent
Please, don't be silent
Or I will fall
Into the world
I will fall
Into the world
Don't be silent
Please, God
Don't be silent
Don't be silent
Please, God
Don't be silent
Or I will fall
Into the world
Or I will fall
Into the world
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