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Text: Dispatch. Silent Steeples. Questioned Apocalypse.

I went down to the drug store to check my head
Against the bright light but she caught me from behind
Though I did not know, though I could not see
I could not tell that I was blind to think my world a bubble

Lord, I think that my brother's was too
And that she had come to shatter all that I knew
So I, I, I, I straightened up my back and I cry
"Do what you must do"

Take me now before I change my mind
Take me now before I lose my mind

So I headed to the deep, deep forest
To catch my earnings but my earnings, they were all up
So I, I, I, I looked up at the sky [Incomprehensible]
Why have you poisoned my brother's cup?

And I cry, "Don't you worry, boy
'Cause the woman who came for me
Will surely show you your bliss
For she holds the answers to all your fears
She questions the apocalypse"

Take me now before I change my mind
Take me now before I lose my mind

Take me now before I change my mind
Take me now before I lose my mind