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von Saintseneca

Ah, make me a believer, make me a believer
Make me a believer
Ah, make me unbelieve, make me unbelieve
Make me unbelieve
Ah, make me a believer, make me a believer
Make me a believer

Ours is a fruitless labor, base and benign
Laid to the waste, endeavors bred on the rind
Out in this listless pasture, seeds in the sun
Dream of the forest fire we will become


Ah, make me a believer, make me a believer
Make me a believer
Ah, make me unbelieve, make me unbelieve
Make me unbelieve
Ah, make me a believer, make me a believer
Make me a believer

On into the yawning chasm bleached by the dark
When obsolescence has them, visions depart
Yours an unwieldy welcome, prickled and obtuse
Too weary to wear it out, too smooth with use

Ah, make me a believer, make me a believer
Make me a believer
Ah, make me unbelieve, make me unbelieve
Make me unbelieve
Ah, make me a believer, make me a believer
Make me a believer