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Blinded by light
Clouded in dust
Just waking up from
The sleep of the just
Livestock withered
Babies malformed
I’m left wearing
Hazmat uniform
Down on the wind
Where the sun always shines
I can hear my lover
Dying in the pines
Losing my mind
Coughing up blood
Would rather have perished
By locust or flood
Killed an old lady
For a tin of sardines
Building an engine block
For Satan’s machine
Down on the wind
Where the sun always shines
I can hear my lover
Dying in the pines
Highway of bodies
Rotting away
Dead mouths hang open
No prayer to say
On the horizon
Figures in black
Armed to the teeth
Pointing me back
Down on the wind
Where the sun always shines
I can hear my lover
Dying in the pines
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