And through the valleys they come drumming
Dragging whores of fears to come
Wrapped in colors, pulling heartstrings
Every man and woman strummed

Gather all if you love magic
You never seem to have enough
Neons, glitters, pulling hat tricks
Plowing hearts and seeding lust

Digging holes will leave you breathless
Dirty hands and aching arms

They can use our backs as stepping stones
They know we love the sound of breaking bones
They will use our backs as stepping stones
The know how much we love those breaking bones

Here comes Midas' second coming
They won't turn back, they're too far gone

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