Summer of My Discontent
Gargantua Soul
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This... Is the Summer of My Discontent
It was a fine day dreaming,
screaming like the demon was.
It gave an accent to the things beyond.
What are the secrets,
And who's thirsty anyway here's the sword,
Give it to thechild as he goes...
Down.
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It will all come back to you
If you don't stand for something,
You'll fall for anything
So masking tape your broken wing,
Don't wait till that lady sings.
The king sits inside you,
In silence here the trumpet sound
The mystical mantra twirling, spinning, exploding...
Down
The turmoil all around
I'll be the rock for you
This is the Summer of my discontent