What have we become?
Oh my words and our little homes
While the world is waiting for my sacrifice
Oh lord, send me a child so I can make him Christ
We have surely lost our way
Rockets fall to the ground like snow
Let's make a red, red riot
Let's make a big bright fire
Cause we're all so tired of this
But we still crush dreams it seems
These accidents are ours
We're indifferent cowards
In the this reckless choir we dwell
Go grasp for idle bells!
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