Lyrics:

Figments of imagination
'What are they hiding under there?'

On a walk in a fragile state
Weird angles coming over the wires
Back home we got girls in braids
They're on roller skates and they roll anyway they like
From my town I can only see down
Down my nose at the fish in the barrels
But they are the wilds of human life
There are pretty knives, an array of gentle eyes

So tonight
Dance and cry
The dead alive

Monuments to awful events
I float by in a daze on the freeway
You can whine of our different times
But me, I'm fine with the mirrors far away
For the mills in the valley to function
Rain gonna fall on the hills where we hide
Wash the blood and the guts to the ocean
Feed the pike making everything alright

So tonight
Dance and cry
The dead alive

So tonight
Dance and cry
The dead alive

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Figments of imagination
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