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Now for a bit of poetic nonsense:

staring at the grid
I do this for a living
draped corpse-like over the chair
wake me for the highlights
my eyes are burning holes through me
I'll tremble apart full of the dark stuff
in the name of light let me rest
stop
stop angering me

I'll keep your secrets and lies
you can have my smile and the time of your life
and the Lion is tiered
yes the Lion is tiered tonight

they keep grumbling mutiny here
the mutiny will not manifest
the revolution will not broadcast
the status quo is firm
these tortilla chips are too good
we are slaves to the check that clears
stop
stop angering me

I'll keep your secrets and lies
you can have my smile and the time of your life
and the Lion is tiered
yes the Lion is tiered tonight

all I want is love and pizza
you keep offering gin
empty words an awkward looks
I'm not your savior
I will let you fall

and the Lion is tiered
yes the Lion is tiered tonight
stop

I'll keep your secrets and lies
you can have my smile and the time of your life
and the Lion is tiered
yes the Lion is tiered tonight