Just before the breaking point
The evidence was clear
And everyone’s to blame here
We’re only playing games here

Wait in the field
Hold your flashlight tight
And move me around slowly

The seven decades are over
We’re blowing all of the candles out
Now and army of children on the gold coast
Are calling it quits

I’m going out with the decoys
I’m checking all the canary traps
We’ll get high in the bunkers

I’ve had enough drag line idiots
With the sheltered skinny machines
Eventually golden
Then the trucks line up

Cowards come together to piss
The glow has gone black
So operate your magic act
It’s a new era

Navigate the brand new ice age

Just beyond the breaking point
In cemetary years
And everyone’s the same here
And no one needs a name here

Wait in the fields
Hold your flashlight tight
And move me around slowly
And I can see…
Eras are coming
Blissful and charming
That you won’t believe

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley