Upon my throne my hole sings. Boisterous and pained are its verses. Like a wolf arcing to the moon
I join and howl. Fretful and true notes existable only in near-scream cries.
Gong of plop punctuates the meter. Three four time measures the aftermath of poor decisions.
When the cure is poison this is the music that you dance to; the world is upside down from what was promised but don't give up.
Sing on your throne and chant I am Superman I am Superman I am Superman until you believe it and drown out the song played by the other end of you.
I join and howl. Fretful and true notes existable only in near-scream cries.
Gong of plop punctuates the meter. Three four time measures the aftermath of poor decisions.
When the cure is poison this is the music that you dance to; the world is upside down from what was promised but don't give up.
Sing on your throne and chant I am Superman I am Superman I am Superman until you believe it and drown out the song played by the other end of you.
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