We are a city full of thieves, 

We substitute

We yearn

We bleed

We are the lost

Burning in water

And drowning in a flame

We howl into swailing winds

And who, yet hears?

Our God whom we have eclipsed

Into the swailing winds

And into the beats of time

He sends

Four loves

And from out of our…

From out of His bright abyss

We are given new and glistening skin

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