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Two Thousand Seasons

๐Ÿ‘ค The Mountain Goats โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Yam, the King of Crops โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 1:41
๐ŸŽต 423 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:41 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 2012919

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

How have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation?
Whom do we aspire to reflect our people's death?
For whose entertainment shall we sing our agony?
One hopes that the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us
Will suffer conciliatory remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success
The last imbecile that dreams such dreams is dead
Killed by the saviors of his dreams

How have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation?

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:08.86] How have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation?
[00:18.03] Whom do we aspire to reflect our people's death?
[00:28.06] For whose entertainment shall we sing our agony?
[00:39.58] One hopes that the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us
[00:50.03] Will suffer conciliatory remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success
[01:00.06] The last imbecile that dreams such dreams is dead
[01:04.31] Killed by the saviors of his dreams
[01:13.48] How have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation?
[01:21.61]

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