When you recognize the throng
When you're righting a wrong
But the wrong has poor lighting
Grow your breakfast in the sink
Doesn't matter what you think
The execution went nicely
Throw some nitrogen on, evolution
And all the nights light up
Send to Celeste
Give it all of your best
You were heads above the rest
From the start
Now the grappling days and steeds
Always toppling their seas
Gone to knees on the writhing
Further interests keep them chaste
In their glasses they are cased
The observation is enticing
Go the paramount course
Crying we are the whores
The right side up
Send to Celeste
Give it all of your best
You were heads above the rest
From the start
A ruffled lake
A waffled sea (?)
The golden eggs
Of prophecy
The process drives
An appetite
The prophecies
Are always right
The million eon
Marathon
The ceremony
Makes you yawn
But up again
Another fight
The love we held
Is always right
Send to Celeste
Give it all of your best
You were heads above the rest
From the start

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