Manifesto Songtext

There comes a time when doors don't open anymore so you better like the room you're in. There comes a time when door don't open wide, you better get used to the dead ends.

And it's all on fire now.
Let's pretend we're better people.
Ride the metro out of town.

And we sat, chainlink fence leaving imprints: red diamonds in our flesh. Curbside cloves and television, let our feelings rust away. Torn Salvia leaves mingling with pocket change.

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