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The Republic Of Wolves – Keep Clean lyrics
We're all holding onto banisters
'Cause it's a long way
It's a long way down
And the enemy of common sense
Is a loose grip in a steep stairwell
So toss me to and fro
'Till I condemn the very scent
Of being still
And we'll litter all the way
Shed all our trappings
For the rest to wade through
No matter how narrow is our path
And we could never name our burdens
Still they pained us all the same
I never knew my context
But that's just fine
Yeah I'm stuck outside of my shaking mind
I never felt an insight
So ill-defined
Never compromise if you've still got time
So we're all ordaining ministers
'Cause we can't keep
No we can't keep clean
We've been deferring to a hypocrite
With a kind voice and a loud idea
He divided up the races
With a pencil and the book of Genesis
And sorted us into companies and colonies
All pitted up against each other
No matter how common is our cause
I was a visionary till I sold my vision
You were a missionary who misplaced your mission
I collected up my fillings and my crowns
And went to sleep without a sound
To distribute all my thoughts
Among inanimate depictions
Of myself
'Cause it's a long way
It's a long way down
And the enemy of common sense
Is a loose grip in a steep stairwell
So toss me to and fro
'Till I condemn the very scent
Of being still
And we'll litter all the way
Shed all our trappings
For the rest to wade through
No matter how narrow is our path
And we could never name our burdens
Still they pained us all the same
I never knew my context
But that's just fine
Yeah I'm stuck outside of my shaking mind
I never felt an insight
So ill-defined
Never compromise if you've still got time
So we're all ordaining ministers
'Cause we can't keep
No we can't keep clean
We've been deferring to a hypocrite
With a kind voice and a loud idea
He divided up the races
With a pencil and the book of Genesis
And sorted us into companies and colonies
All pitted up against each other
No matter how common is our cause
I was a visionary till I sold my vision
You were a missionary who misplaced your mission
I collected up my fillings and my crowns
And went to sleep without a sound
To distribute all my thoughts
Among inanimate depictions
Of myself
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