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You can't make me believe what I don't
I can breathe through the pen in my throat
I don't fear the pit, I will float

Oooh
Don't want to say the quiet part out loud
But we're not profound
We're just meat
You
Think you've been talking to the modern world
But my friend I've heard
Your scream

Oh, Canary!
Canary!
Canary!
Under the ground!
Canary!
Canary!
Under the ground!

I don't think it's a trick of the light
(Heed my warning)
No more dreaming in black in white
(Heed my warning)
All I want is to brutalize
(Heed me warning)

Oooh
I hear the drumming of the Hell-Kite priest
On my bones they feast
But that's fine

Oooh
I've got these rifles for my arms and legs
And I've laid in bed
Enough time

Oh, Canary!
Canary!
Canary!
Under the ground!
Canary!
Canary!
Canary!
Under the ground!

I don't think it's a trick

Under the ground!

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