Spirits cry and the angels mourn
The life and death of living can't be born
Crossroads, graveyards, pastures beyond
An ancient ghost tells me that it's gone
People cry and the people kill
The glory of men they steal at their own will
Nocturnal light reaches at the sky
An effigy can never ever die
Easy time, easy sunshine
Easy line, easy sunshine
The waste of minds that we've learned to leave
The order of nothing that we all receive
To conquer a race that cannot ever exist
To tilt and tiff on some excessive mist
Easy line, easy sunshine
Easy time, easy sunshine
The most authoritative, paper bound man
Lies in the garden of a garbage can
A deity lies beneath a hill
His prophecy means for you to go out and kill, thine
Easy time, easy sunshine
Easy shine, easy sunshine
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