Where do I go?
Freeze-dried in the
moonshine
Neptune prepares to fly
Wrapped up in the food-chained
Absorbed
into her beams of light
Unchained
you’re the victims tool
Pushed out
and homeless
Neptune slipped off his turtle
last night
And waking up is the hardest
jewel
U can swallow with pride
Saturn has chosen
For the season
You’re the victim’s tool
Wrapped in the food-chained
Oh well this
is life
You gambled a way out
Now
move to the back of the line
You now the
stories go
It turns black into white
Rolled up in the food-chained
Please give
me a sign
Oh the count down
For
the change….
This could happen
to you
just don’t eat my advice
Freeze-dried now you are empty
Wrapped up
in the food-chain
Prepare for the
journey.
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