Golden Walrus
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A million
Dying suns
Repair the soul
For a brief dissolve
Inertia
Is far more rough
Than getting up
From the comfort of this hole
Standing before the idol
A madman waves his hands
To infuriate the mass
The purpose takes
It's strangle hold
Squeeze me into
The design mould
Multiply
And divide
Deep within
The brittle hive there is stirring
Bowing before the idol
A madman waves his hands
To placate the moving mass
(Instrumental)
I know where the idols go to play
Sleeping in the garden of the snakes
We all know but we still go
Go
You know they want you to stay
You need them to
You know they want you to stay
Because they need you to
Or else they fade away
Printed in the veins
In twisting pairs
Around a cause
Will always be a
God
(Instrumental)
Get down on your knees
Golden walrus