Oh and what you have done
This is the lost rebellion
On your treasure map
the cruel calculating warrior
who wiped me out like a culture
to move onto fairer tides
fairer brides
But read these mournful words
for there will be many epic stones turned for you
But I don't mean any of them
They are what I am supposed to feel
but instead
I feel light
I have become pure energy
bright
and your low ways follow the floor
spilled oil
and I'll use this fuel to write songs
about how sad I'm supposed to feel
losing someone like you
you stupid catalyst
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