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The temple I've ignored is a wreck
and cries for holy sacraments
of wine and herbs
Ritual and thought fight within
My mind: sweet Jerusalem
or so I've heard
You're made of money
You want for nothing
and yet here you still sit
So keep a straight face
And sit and meditate
on how you've forgotton how to sleep
Here your mind is put at ease
Show me your waking hours
Give me your restless nights
Pray solitude never comes
Man can make a god
from almost anything
Take up your paper and pen
Evacuate all of the sin
Forget it, I'll lock myself in
I just want to sleep again
[Dropout Verse]
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released 31 May 2012
Music: Josh Baker
Lyrics: Josh Baker, Danial Fike
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