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Ghost Dance
A glowing dawn of crowded eyes Each a screaming pulsar Wounded knees, dance 'til clean The needles in the ghost
Grit, sand, silica Demand perfect porcelain Distant glimmers' ancient dust Begs the flesh to rise
Cut like knives through black exhaust Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com A terror in full blossom Whitewash dreams, blowing steam We have not arrived
Grit, sand, silica Ground to dense perfection On the outskirts of consciousness Together deep inside
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