UFO Religion

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I rearrange the words before the proof of thought
I'm shopping for a cult. The hours are too long
They're coming unannounced
Deny myself a laugh
Shooter among the dead

Someone crying in the other room
Make sure that the body doesn't come apart

Tender flowers in winter won't survive
What was never remembered won't collide

I'm alone and you're alone
I lost the chance to leave this room
UFO religion in a city of raster

I wasn't there to rubberneck
I was ill as a child

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from Future Cults (Era 5), released February 10, 2017

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