Arctic cove which breeds our hidden lair
Across the sea of
Hidden away, enthralled silenced sleep
Dreaming, lying dormant chaos
Revenge!
H
Since time of old
It has been written
It shall come of
I can sense the changes occuring in me
Ever so slowly
Dark and endless stare of sister moon
Looking down from upon
Long are the shores of this sunless sea
Infinite darkness lurking
Astral
Deep in selcusion
Away from the light
Amidst the beasts
Of this forest
Since Sam Rosen packed up for New York
My baseball mitt
We'll dig a hole in the ground
And cover it up
give me back call in sick and drive hours
you haven't
Me a baby.
Me Hungry.
Me thirsty.
Me a baby.
When I grow uppee,
Me
We are warm where we are...
I am totally fucking prepared
Instrumental
you know what they say
about doing laundry on your birthday
the
I will not hide inside
bewilderment...
On a drizzling day
monks and drums
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