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Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds is a passtime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

New, what do you own the world?!
How do you own disorder, disorder?!
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep.
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep.
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck.
Eating seeds as a passtime activity.
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?!
How do you own disorder, disorder?!
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep.
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep.
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

New, what do you own the world?!
How do you own disorder?
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep.
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep.
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

When I became the sun,
I shone light into the man's hearts,
When I became the sun,
I shone light into the man's hearts.