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Gather the guards
Brandish the cards
The bodies are coming
Cover your scars
Call on the stars
The walls they are humming
Seek out the grey old bird
Flying overhead
Thine eyes remain yet unmeasured
Now race the horizon again
Feather and scales
For leather-bound tales
They won't even fathom
What madness awaits
The Seven of Spades
Throw all we got at 'em
To tinker as only a primate would dare
With voltage and natural law
A taste of old medicine rattles the cattle
Come thunder, we'll bring with it awe