Boys' Club - Demigods | Текст песни

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The sun sets and steals her horizon.
I'm kilometres away. Stare at the train window.
Barred from all of the plans she's devising.
Scream across the prairies, pray my voice echoes.

There are no greener pastures,
When the blades have all been drowned in oil.
You'll be destruction and I'll be disaster.
We'll never flourish here; We'll only toil.