the sentinel appraised the temple
as the damsel in distress exclaimed "LET GO"
I'ma extraterrestrial..
sent from the land of instrumentals
where the darkness clogs your pencils
your thoughts whittle down to harmless metal
an eraserhead I'm getting harder to get to..
a lot of friends & lost loves, a lot I'm dead to..
there isn't a God that I would offer my head to
so there's no way I'm begging for a chance to renew the venue
hark who goes there...is that the merry men?
I bet your happy that it's legal for you to marry them
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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