Everybody dies we anoint their eyes and we dance like angels do
Breaking all you need in the shapes of faiths and knowledge of you
I
I've been thinking
I've been thinking
I
Everybody dies, we cut out their eyes and we dance like angels do
Breaking our name in a world that feigns some knowledge of you
And you'll never get sad and you'll never get sick
And you'll never get weak
We're deep
In the Belly of the Beat Yeah!
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