The black that is around us
And the ink of your eyes
Fallen from our highest wrongs
To the lowest right
We hail the fall of the beautiful
Of virtuous delight
And hail the rise of the ugly
Of minds not blind
The misery of the beliefs we quenched
And the battles you fight
It will all descend to the rise
Of what will happen tonight
And the ink of your eyes
Fallen from our highest wrongs
To the lowest right
We hail the fall of the beautiful
Of virtuous delight
And hail the rise of the ugly
Of minds not blind
The misery of the beliefs we quenched
And the battles you fight
It will all descend to the rise
Of what will happen tonight
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