Young Men from Stargate by Weird Bloom

Figure it out when you’re lost in the crowd
and the eyes are a maze, it's a golden parade
where feelings are tamed
people are moles with the shape of the world
you’re trapped in cage, you’re trapped in cage
it's a wonderful place

young men on the line are standing for their rights come on
young bones with a knife are drifting in the night alone
Will you be real or a ghost? Will you stand by the door?
staring at the end of the world while I’m burning my toast

figure it out when I arrived on the earth
and you gave me the names that you pray nowadays
with wax, will and faith
people are made of my DNA, so they’re trapped in cage
they are trapped in a cage it's a wonderful place
young men on the line are standing for their rights come on
young bones with a knife are drifting in the night alone
and you keep saying oh my god
live just to stand me your cross
staring at the end of the world while I’m burning my toast

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