Go, save yourself now
I’m not saying that I don’t mind
But if you stay, you’re gonna lose it
Soft, I hear it coming
May you never have to hear it, too
I put a pox on the tracts I’ve stolen

I remember making all the sticky pools
Taking care to spill not a drop of ichor
And now I beg you not to play the fool that I did
And never over-investigate

As my legs grow dead, use your own
If not for me, maybe them

Who never knew what lies interred in here
(You, you’ll make it out)
Alright, you can’t expect them to know
(No, you’ll make it out)

Oh, I’ve gotta tell you
How to close this gaping maw
Lest this threshold that I made get broken
Ye gods forgive me
You mayhap have to chant some more
I think that that explosive’s got to work

I remember making all the sticky pools
Taking care to spill not a drop of ichor
And now I beg you not to play the fool that I did
And never over-investigate

As my legs grow dead, use your own
If not for me, maybe them

Who never knew what lies interred in here
(You, you’ll make it out)
Alright, you can’t expect them to know
(No, you’ll make it out)
Go on
Go and tell the others now


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