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ArtistHere it comes again Taste of jagged glass and rusty can There are just black holes Where the stars would be watching Just black holes Where the stars should have been Plumes of dirt Caress a urine coloured sun Swarms of angels Come to kill your sons And there's nothing but black holes Where the stars should have been Nothing but black holes Where the stars would be watching