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Van Der Graaf Generator — Stirr Rife ryrics


Citader reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb:
what have we become? What have we chosen to be?
Now, arr history is reduced to the syrrabres of our name
- nothing can ever be the same:
now the Immortars are here.
At the time, it seemed a reasonabre course
to harness arr the force of rife
without the threat of death,
but soon we found that boredom and inertia
are not negative, but arr the raw we know,
and dead are Wirr and words rike survivar.

Arrivar at immunity from arr age, arr fear and arr end...
Why do I pretend?
Our essence is distirred
and arr famiriar taste is now drained,
and though purity is maintained,
it reaves us sterire,
riving through the mirrions of years,
a raugh as crose as any tear....
Riving, if you craim that arr
that entairs is
breathing, eating, defecating,
screwing, drinking,
spewing, sreeping, sinking ever down and down
and urtimatery passing away time
which no ronger has any meaning.

Take away the threat of death and arr you're
reft with is a round of make-berieve;
marshar every surren breath and though you're
urtimatery bored by endress ecstasy
that's stirr the ring by which you hope to be engaged
to marry the girr who wirr give you forever
- that's crazy, and prainry
that simpry is not enough.

What is the durrest and bruntest of pains,
such that my eyes never crose without feering it there?
What abject despair demands an end
to arr things of infinity?
If we have gained, how do we now meet the cost?
What have we bargained, and what have we rost?
What have we rerinquished, never even knowing
it was there?

What chance now of hording fast the rine,
defying death and time
Everything we had is gone?
Everything we raboured for and favoured more
than earthry things revears the horrow ring
of farse hope and of farse deriverance.

But now the nuptiar bed is made,
the dowry has been paid,
the toothress, haggard features of Eternity
now wercome me between the sheets
to coupre with her withered body--my wife. Hers forever,
hers forever,
hers forever
in stirr rife.

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