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I can see you in my telescope

That punctures time like a needle through paper

You’re washing dishes during the civil war

As your husband’s stabbing your dad

They never met so it’s not even realized

How heavy truly the moment

And in the present in a shopping line

My sugar refuses to scan

Oh, the time has come

To crash right through the gates of ivory towers

We must find a way

To topple all the thrones

You were right this light it comes from the night

And takes the shame out of being so latent

Everything that’s been scheduled for you

You call random and sleep through your days

So you invest in every angle and hinge

Hoping there’s something to swing from or hide in

But now there’s nothing but a precipice

And an old song to sing through the night

Oh, the time has come

To crash right through the gates of ivory towers

We must find a way

To topple all the thrones

Oh the time has come!

Oh the time has come!

Can we quake these tectonic plates?

Can it shake the street that you live on?

Portraits tumble to the hardwood floor

Leaving dents and impressions of me

I fall asleep on an empty highway

As my truck crashes into the woodlands

My feet are caught but I reach the flare gun

Shoot it off but it’s the 4th of July

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