There is a time when some of us are healed There is a time you're clean and undersealed There is a time it almost looks like fun There is a time for the bullet of a gun No one here drinks water None of us is sane If you pretend you're my daughter We do it again and again No one here is praying 'cause no one here is god And every word we are saying Might as well be put in blood There is a time when worms revel in me There is a time for a pigfaced reality There is a time and it's usually in the afternoon There is a time and i hope it will be damn soon
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