Crux of a gyre for my time
Can't even read what's on my mind
Am I pathetic was it wrong
Wasted my time it felt so long
Give it all up now waited up
Couldn't have happened there's no such luck
Just give it up now move it on
Save all your strife for what's to come
You're a vicious, bear
Your slumber, wear
Rip and tear
Wish I couldn't care
After it roams
Long way from home
And picks up the
Telephone
You make a call
Filled with your claws
And rip a hole
Inside my soul
Velma
Go ahead and run
Go on home
And play your role
Desecrate
Blank slate
Renew
Aptitude
Mountain
Pitchers mound
Three weeks
Thousand years