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Civilized, all our lives
Not a breath, the grass unruled
To sleep inside the stillness
Without blood, without air
All the stares, averting eyes
Was worse, worse than dying
The mud sets just like the sun's red
But now the sun is setting
The happiness hung, that cut me good
And the blood was there for letting
Weekend nights can change your life
And fold your arms, one last surprise
Something before we die
Our eyes are closed, once more we'll not grow
This killing is good killing
Despite the red and years and years of sinning
A love so birthed is winning
Bikes on dirt roads
In St. Andrews under pines
I'll let you win
Canada is purity that has nothing
To do with our skin
With our skin
With our skin
Unrefined, a pitch of pines
Grass-stained shirts, fucked up hair
To breathe outside the stillness
With your blood and the air
We stem the stares, straighten eyes
We do not fear this dying
Our eyes are closed, once more we'll not grow
This killing is good killing
Despite the red and years and years of sinning
A love so birthed is winning
Forget these lies, we don't need so much explaining
A love so birthed is winning