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Shake the fake apostles from their beds
You say you don’t know them
You’re collecting fossils in your head
But you don’t show them

Cover up your wry smile
And your deck of dirty cards
Lying to the queen of hearts

Always wanted to play the drums
But got a violin instead
Never thought you’d eat the crumbs
Of your rotten bread

And don’t expect a warm welcome home
Or soothing words of righteous ones
Go home and feed the black swans

All the thoughts you try to convey
Are flying ‘round in a circular way
Go pet the stray cats in your alleyway

Who’s gonna be left behind alone?
Who’s gonna miss you when you’re gone?

Find a name for your disease
And I will cure it
Show me your false injuries
‘cause I adore it

Write a song and I’ll sing along
Raise our glass to the empty chairs
and our inescapable despair

Sent my regards to apologies well staged,
your eloquent use of clichés well aged,
the sacrifice for your gods enraged

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from Dreamless Slumbers, released October 15, 2010

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