Land Of The Blind

Killswitch indifference to a liquid narrative

Obviously I tried writing you out of the will

I just hadn't the guts to, ah, lie through my teeth

Though only because I'm susceptible

To the truth on the bleakest of moons

And though there is a beauty in a whole truth

The knotty roots of a shameful past

Will never let it be

Each new shoot is an escape root

Loot the debris

And make no mistake we are living out our last days

In the land of the blind

Where the one-eyed man was king until he lost his fucking mind, hey!

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We cram clammy hands into empty pockets

A quick whiparound for the long suffering house band

Whilst peace treaties are breached

So we can fuck about half-naked on the beaches of some far off foreign land

We all get a commemorative fifty-pence piece each

For the peace treaties breached

And the palms greased that are never on the ends of the elbows

Digging the graves of the deceased

Please have a seat

I'm gonna show you all a magic trick, it's sort of a surprise

So if you just lend me that fifty-pence piece in your hand

And then close your eyes

I'm going to make me and this fifty pence piece disappear

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