| Resting between worlds seated at his throne
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| Consuming the stars and all that dare surround him
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| Soaked in the warmth of the sun
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| As all below live subject to the night
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| And as they battle for the scraps that fall from his table
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| Scraping the earth under their feet
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| Wars are waged and never won
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| In vicious cycles around his endless hunger
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| Oh there will never be an end
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| Oh 'cause there will never be enough
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| Self indulgent, deeply hell-bent
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| To see his way to the bottom before moving on
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| Gorging the food of the gods
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| As all below live subject to the night
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| And as they carry the weakened ones to safety
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| Across the desolate land under their feet
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| Wars are waged and never won
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| In vicious cycles around his endless hunger
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| Oh there will never be an end
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| Oh 'cause there will never be enough
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| There’s no way out
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| Until the gods give up their heavens and he empties them out
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| A fleeting burst of light
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| In the small blink of an eye
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| Illuminating a path
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| 'Cross a melancholy sky
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| He followed with intent
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| Mindful of his every step
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| Passing by the hungry
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| The ailing and the dead
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| Oh there will never be an end
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| Oh 'cause there will never be enough
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| There’s no way out
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| Until the gods give up their heavens and he empties them out |