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Special Guest: Melanie Cotter - violin

i'm pouring out my private cumulus
alienation so carnivorous
empty husks of being all around
with a claustrophobic feel surround

we're gone
we're gone
we're gone
all hope for us has gone
has gone
has gone
has gone
has gone, gone

a sea of faces they all look the same
majority of but a single name
we're so few, our census shrinking fast
our worst awareness that we cannot last

we're gone
we're gone
we're gone
all hope for us has gone
has gone
has gone
has gone
has gone, gone

impossible relations
new confused laezons
have purchase friendships
black-sheep's clothing, no one's holding on

existing in electric nodes and tubes
we see it all and yet we still can lose
no persons left to help if are in need
became extinct until another's free

we're gone
we're gone
we're gone
all hope for us has gone
has gone
has gone
has gone
has gone, gone
gone
gone
gone