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Have you ever seen the power;
that drifts atop and always cowers?
The sky runs with a sticky filth,
and to filth we call upon thee.
Rain kills flowers
through it's lethal showers.
As we sit in our gleeful towers,
we still do not feel the pain.
With it another gain another tower.
Yet again from our faithful power.
In this hour no pain is felt,
at least for me for what may melt.
In this hour no pain is felt.
Yet again from our faithful power.
With it another gain another tower.
We still do not feel the pain,
As we sit in our gleeful towers.
Through it's lethal showers,
Rain kills flowers
And to filth we call upon thee!
The sky runs with a sticky filth,
that drifts atop and always cowers.
Have you ever seen the power?
that drifts atop and always cowers?
The sky runs with a sticky filth,
and to filth we call upon thee.
Rain kills flowers
through it's lethal showers.
As we sit in our gleeful towers,
we still do not feel the pain.
With it another gain another tower.
Yet again from our faithful power.
In this hour no pain is felt,
at least for me for what may melt.
In this hour no pain is felt.
Yet again from our faithful power.
With it another gain another tower.
We still do not feel the pain,
As we sit in our gleeful towers.
Through it's lethal showers,
Rain kills flowers
And to filth we call upon thee!
The sky runs with a sticky filth,
that drifts atop and always cowers.
Have you ever seen the power?
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