Jack Conte - The Giant | Текст песни

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• Jack Conte
• The Giant

I guess you're done. You're doomed. You can stop licking your wounds. You're just recycled ash. You're just going back

But the strong will survive! The poets will cry, but not I. Not I.

The planets move, and all is right!

Draw the giant's outline in chalk next to the
bloody slingshot's rock, and we'll
bury him along with your
statistics.

And the weak will comply, leak, and resign with still eyes. Still eyes.

The planets move, and so do I!