Seven minutes prior to the
witching hour
I lifted up my hammer and my tongs
And set myself to
engaging the higher paradigm
And unleashed the untold
potency of my songs
Seven seconds past the
next long goodbye
As the valet dished up something
like dismay on toast
It was heavily connected
to the function of the evening
namely the subjugation
of a Ghost
And I will stand by and
watch them march
through that door
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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