Seeming - End Studies

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I was taught the language of the old gods
The last new child of the lost regimes
I boarded up the school myself once I had learned the trade of drawing down the
curtains at the end of dreams
The future won’t belong to any fatherhood of gold
The future’s far beyond what they can think
The future will border-less and red and queer and bold
For i was born to make my kind extinct
End studies
End studies
End studies
Let me tell you 'bout
End studies
I’m the final fading echo of the final sounding note
Of the symphony that killed the symphony
I’ll be sealing up the trench where every shipwreck goes to sink
Yes I was born to make my kind extinct
Singing in the language of the first gods
And no-one's gonna sing like this again
They’ll have bodies made of hummingbird and cassowary
But there’s one thing you’ll need before it can begin
End studies
End studies
Oh oh oh, End studies
End studies