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I lay in bed and in my head
There's work that must be done
There are flies to kill and blood to spill
And webs that must be spun
Change your face, your name, your number
Cut your hair
Bolt your doors and lock your windows
I'll find you there
Can't eat, can't sleep
This city creeps with sacrificial sheep
Well I thought of grace for mercy's sake
But that will go away
