| On the first day of nothing
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| The moon told him to go
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| Or punished he shall be
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| With gusts of freezing cold
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| On the second day of nothing
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| The sun begged him to leave
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| Or she shall embrace him
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| Burns deep under his skin
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| On the third day of nothing
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| The planets screamed with rage
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| United they’d be
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| And cast him out with flames
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| On the fourth day of nothing
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| The Devil said hello
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| Embracing all the gods he knew
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| The games they shall begin
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| On the fifth day of nothing
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| He felt his skin dissolve
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| And felt the rain pouring down
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| Although the sky was dry
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| The world, it has vanished
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| All that’s left are shards of stone
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| And one faithful man
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| Who hasn’t yet let go
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| The universe swallowed
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| Every single thing he loved
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| And the planets don’t know, oh
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| Why he’s holding on
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| The world, it has vanished
|
| All that’s left are shards of stone
|
| And one faithful man
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| Who hasn’t yet let go
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| The universe swallowed
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| Every single thing he loved
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| And the planets don’t know, oh
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| Why he’s holding on
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| Hold on to a fraction of your sanity
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| Hold on, hold on
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| Go on, live in consciousness eternally
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| Go on, go on
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| On the sixth day of nothing
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| Salvation was announced
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| It rang allowed in his head
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| Only for him to hear
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| Surrounding him vast nothingness
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| The punishment’s at halt
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| And all that he could ask himself
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| Was why did I hold on? |