Up with your turret.
Aren't we just terrified?
Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find.
Don't let it fool you, don't let it fool you...
Down's sitting around...
folds in the ground.
Sea and the rock below.
Cocked to the undertow.
Bones, blood and teeth erode with every crashing node.
Wings wouldn't help you, wings wouldn't help you...
Down fills the ground, gravity's proud.
You barely are blinking, wagging your face around.
When'd this just become a mortal home?
Won't, won't, won't, won't.
Won't let you talk me, won't let you talk me...
Will pull it taut, nothing let out.

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