In from behind all the rubble of the broken forms and shapes I wander the hallowed halls of an ancient masterplan Wheres our constitution? The opposition can follow, for all I care They cant work these shadowy passages Wheres our constitution? If radar guides us home Why should we even try? I know the backdraft; the last of our air spent; To worship the sound of a fatal misplacement And I know its upside
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