The record turns <br>
Music spits out tomorrow's blood <br>
We are higher than ourselves <br>
Spinning webs of the mind <br>
Growing moons like trifle <br>
Grows surprises of cake <br>
Drifting through the door <br>
Pop hands me his empty cup <br>
He's been gone for years <br>
Nothing to say but <br>
How's it going and not bad <br>
Outside the rain falls heavy <br>
The flowers bow<br.>
To their new god
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