LYRIC
Far from light or dire times
We exercise our right to fly up eye to eye 'til we arrive
And as we fall back down to our demise
To a pillow case and a mighty sigh
Short of breath from a climb this high
I think, "What a decline."
If this is it I'm fine with dying
Say goodbye to everything that I am
Flesh and mind
Thoughts of Freud
And hello odes of joy
I'm your newest employee waiting to be assigned
And oh how I will oblige
Blindly, kind, without a fight
Let's rest
(Sex)
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