Meet me at the point of Demarkation
Postmarked signal from the fugitive zone
Sewn in the sleeve of a double agent
If found please return to my dearest turncoat
The doubt began to fill in my tiny furnace
Billowing through thimbles, caught off guard

Closing ranks to the aggrieved
I have one last wish for the one last throat to choke
Said I have one last throat to choke
Closing ranks to the aggrieved
I have one last wish for the one last throat to choke
Said I have one last throat to choke

Xeroxed in clover
The paper trail, the paper trail of diamond laureates
Xeroxed in clover

Burner in my pocket when the stingrays trace you
Burning in my pocket got a smoking gun
Turn the other cheek? I'm a stepping razor
Pulling on the leash of dogma's son
Watching me for leaks a loyalist appraisal
War room in a church where the fair game broods

Closing ranks to the aggrieved
I have one last wish for the one last throat to choke
Said I have one last throat to choke
Closing ranks to the aggrieved
I have one last wish for the one last throat to choke
Said I have one last throat to choke

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Do you have that feeling of adamant loathing, loathing?
Do you have that past that you need to keep low low low?
Do you have that feeling you're going to be remote controlled?
Do you have that feeling soured by the years?
Do you have that feeling? Look over my soldier, soldier
Do you hear that breathing cheating me? Yeah

Xeroxed in clover
The paper trail, the paper trail of diamond laureates
Xeroxed in clover
The paper trail, the paper trail of diamond laureates