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the face in the ceiling and arms too long

is it dark already? how light is a light?

we're heading for Venus and still we stand tall

but never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie

we are not standing, we are falling

to tell it straight, I'm trying to build a wall

I was halfway there one frozen dawn when she appeared at the side of the road

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

stormwinds know me best now; only with them am I at home

you like monkeys, you like ponies; maybe you don't like monsters so much?

I made this half-pony, half-monkey monster to please you

so many songs we forgot to play

never in existence has there been such a resistance to ideas meant to free us