Stepping into the night
As we stuff lust into our pockets
We get close to God
We get close to God
Playing fast and loose
With our expirations
Wearing our youth we are
Invincible irresistible untouchable
Staring down mundane
We are the monsters
Burned torn and wrecked
Our faces are perfect
Life isn’t for us
We are free
In only the way the
Dead can be
With fingers on placid pulse
We are raw
Mocking thunder we are
As loud as hope
Taking truth as our authority
Undaunted we
Bite back
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