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We’ll go to knuckle to knuckle, or buckle against buckle

Your nostrils will flare as you push out the air

Rise up, Brother

Rise up from the trappings of flesh and holdings of skin

We’ll steer the car towards the reservoir

And poison our senses as nightfall commences

Rise up, Brother

Rise up from the monotony that is hemming you in

Tonight while you sleep you’ll be grinding your teeth

Put your head at the North and the South at your feet

Rise up, Brother

Rise up from the pack who are baying and clawing for blood

Oooo-oooo

Who’s there?

How can you hear the door

I’m one-hundred acres of sycamore

Oh flash my hand past your eyes in the air

But it won’t break your stare

Is there anyone there

But the four black winds blowing through the eaves of your mind?

If he darkens your doorway, you come and tell me

Where he resides, text me or bell me

Rise up, Sister

I’ll make sure he never darkens your doorway again

Don’t be a stranger to me anymore

I’ll hold a lantern, put your heel on the shore

Rise up, Sister

Rise up from the black ships that sail through the swan of your heart

Oooo-oooo

Who’s there?

How can you hear the door

I’m one-hundred acres of sycamore

Oh flash my hand past your eyes in the air

But it won’t break your stare

Is there anyone there

But the four black winds blowing through the eaves of your mind?

Those weasels in the weeds await to jump us

One had a screwdriver and one had a cutlass

We counted the beats between thunder and lightning

One-thousand and two, one-thousand and three

It’s coming in from the Sea

Put your hand on my leg

Kilometres in blue and miles in black

Lose my eyes in the bathroom

Arm-wrestle, East, West, place brass-tack

Bite my lip in the car, midnight ringing

Unravel on the gravel, phone off, walk

Search for the lighter in my pocket

Go inner, and inner, and bolt, and book

Let the four black winds begone from the eaves of the mind

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