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Yeah, yeah
Off of the thoughts of an ocular wanderer I
Wanted it auditory
Stumbled upon honest stories of Earth falling for the
Moon consumed with all her glory, dusk to dawn distorts me
She's probably yawning more sleep away, dreams today seem awful boring
They're in awe-filled enjoyment in a
Villain origin turned from sort of gory to stored endorphins
Fighting the mortal morphine
That is existence, trapped in the glitches
Glueing us, glad it's a tragic consistence like
Matadors distance the self from bullshit, grabbing the
Horns from the halo, was fatal now drifting
Soaring the seas, we
Sail, I'ma split ends, I
Cut off the mane just to grow again
The crew go afloat and who would've known I was focused to serve them
Over the ships expense, I'm holding onto the grip of the helm like Kirk did