And if you see what you want
Get out and take it
She said with the conviction of a 12-year-old child
What do you want?
I don’t know
What do you get?
Nothing

Far behind the second sun
Guests arriving one by one
But there is so much to talk about

Fucking prophets stumble in
Wearing badges for their sins
But I guess there’s so much to kill about

Run your race good monster
Take your place at the podium
Just one more glass
You’ll be home at last
When the threshold is passed

Evil fills the open chair
And I don’t why but she knows me so well
Oh well but I guess there’s still much to drink about

Wake me up like a child wild sick and sleeping
I wonder where the world has gone
Slipped away while I was dreaming

Run your race good monster
Take your place at the podium
Just one more glass
You’ll be home at last
When the threshold is passed

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