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The Dark Side of the Sun
The wither man is on the news
Blinks at me with blazing blues
Forecast calls for record highs
Sweat treachery and humid thighs
But no reason for me to sweat
Blood drops that I'd soon forget
Chimeras streaming in my mind
Scorched transformers left behind
I just rise into the sun's eclipse
Blisters bursting on my lips
I now see beyond the rays
The blackness at the end of days
In case you require further proof
Check those four horsemen on the roof
Then lend an ear to Old Gabe's horn
And await the beast that must be borne.
Blinks at me with blazing blues
Forecast calls for record highs
Sweat treachery and humid thighs
But no reason for me to sweat
Blood drops that I'd soon forget
Chimeras streaming in my mind
Scorched transformers left behind
I just rise into the sun's eclipse
Blisters bursting on my lips
I now see beyond the rays
The blackness at the end of days
In case you require further proof
Check those four horsemen on the roof
Then lend an ear to Old Gabe's horn
And await the beast that must be borne.
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