Into pollution that I know
Where the milk and honey flow
Live at nowhere left to run
Smoke too much and steal some fun
Sadness be the Jesus talk
Over water he could walk
Sharpened knives cut out the sun
Replace the moon with things to come

Still now I turn away
You tell me what you needed
I see the wounded lies
I feel the trip no more
So kill the distant sun
With your double tongue
Deep in desire you fall
Involve yourself again

If I would taste the poison
I could take the old man down
But still I insult the aged
Tell me to take the poison

Tell me to take the poison
Tell me to take the poison
Tell me to take the poison
Behind their lips

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