Raining
so it's pouring
pretending
my spirit's soaring
pretending
I'm really wroth
really I'd like
to end you all
like Yog-Sothoth
No strength
to spin that
yet the axis holds
I guess I'm in this
till the whole plane
folds
never doubted
guess that's
my silver strand
now give me
a fucking break
now dial me up
a band
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