together again
this instant seems eternal
Flesh into stone again
The gods are laughing with me
With all,
Again we understand
Mauled by greasy hand
Worked to the bone
Again
Feel it
He sat and judged us all
We terrorized his soul
As god
why must the tin-headed know
what
see what I see
the clumsy
hang on the world
it´s spinning
---------------I curse the sunAnd I curse the nightYet tell this
---------Covered in mud for gloryBelies our sense of funChildren grasp
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