-Open
-To a man on the street; as he stands no shoes on his feet and his heart on his sleeve
-Call'em Andy
-Now he sees the smiles on their faces and mouths speaking phrases
-But he's frozen
-Anesthetized mind, body, and thought but the soul can never be caught
-On the contrary
-Unable to move or analyze; trapped in his mind but his eye works just fine
-Like Horus
-Cuz is only after the one, two, and three that the fifth can be freed
-Fourth
-"The worlds in chaos, the worlds on fire. The world will pay for its burning desire."
-Close
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
-Open
-To a man on the street; as he stands no shoes on his feet and his heart on his sleeve
-Call'em Andy
-Now he sees the smiles on their faces and mouths speaking phrases
-But he's frozen
-Anesthetized mind, body, and thought but the soul can never be caught
-On the contrary
-Unable to move or analyze; trapped in his mind but his eye works just fine
-Like Horus
-Cuz is only after the one, two, and three that the fifth can be freed
-Fourth
-"The worlds in chaos, the worlds on fire. The world will pay for its burning desire."
-Close
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