Empire Electric
Our music seems to complete it.
Hurricane season begins. It's your
turn Beta! Sun of Man, the Son of
God, now it's World War III in these
streets.
Empire electric. I keep a smoke in
my coat. A mighty tree has fallen
and I would rather be the underdog,
so now you know that.
Song-I believe the notes. I came to
bring the rain. You elevate my soul.
I'm about to blow this pop stand,
don't you want to play anymore?
09 27 2020
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