Yelling Back At Night
In my head I’m up there yelling back at Night, there’s a leonine aura shining brighter than lights off and on. There’s no off switch on this floodlight, but it’s not shining at me I’m aiming it right at The Man Upstairs, ‘cause He always comes downstairs for me, for us, for all of us.
Ink and paper can’t keep the rumblings in, throw it out of the volcano, storm the gates of Olympus let’s go.
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