When the Earth splinters of to different mags all squirming for control that does not exist
The sun goes out and the rays of light start to die
All bonds break down
Reason becomes unreason, and the passions fall into itself
Looking at a broken mirror that shows its splinters looking further into itself, deeper and deeper
Nothing makes sense, or if it does make sense, the sense is unsensible
When these times come to pass, it is wise to let is all pass
Sit on the lunar throne at the south where night and day are constant
Pick up a pen and write it all out
It will all pass by soon
Or not and the despair shall pass
All I know is, I will pass one day
So say hooray to SUFO!
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