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Those myriads who raised the pyramids, that bottom that built for the top. They scaled those walls to see the blessings I said I've got. Then I realized my deserts only betterif the good lord deems the necessary plight of weather. O how I hoped, o how id gloat, for a wicked escape from their homes as if I had it all, as if I wasn't still drinking from that moat. They fixed their eyes on a god stuck in the sky. They kept their gaze on the rooftops, not the death inside. They fixed their eyes on a god stuck in the sky...some place for escape, but eternity began before our time. Their stood truth in the darkest night, maybe the tyrants had fallen by the wayside. And I watched from my mountain what I thought was a holy light. They'd brought down the priests and their religion with fire. They burnt the churches where they'd worshipped...not a single heart contrite.And I burnt a cigarette, drank the kings whiskey to help clear my mind. They set it ablaze like desert brush on a summer's day. We could have dirtied our hands and washed the lies away. For truth exists, and O how it exists...But like my mother always says, We'll probably have it all wrong in the end. I fixed my eyes on the sun stuck in the sky. I kept my eyes on the source of that light. O I fixed my eyes. From Letras Mania