Waiting for the chips to fall
They may scatter
Men guns machines, that's all
That matters
To them
Their hearts are made of wax
There's no sense in their attacks
They just melt against the wall
Just waiting for the chips to fall
Can you see the light my dear
The broken spike
Of the fallen deer
Sticking out of the undergrowth
Great in health and wealth
Answering that wild call
Waiting for the chips to fall
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