MotorpsychoThe Golden Core

These are sungod days, Like subtle layers of yawning Before this hungry mouth Slowmotion days are dawning Why don't it all just burn away? There is a time for everything When even you can be a king ... Or, a queen of no fixed stature A prince amongst the castaways On this sungod day, too boring to pay heed to
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