> The Darkener's Console

The trap door crashes shut, and you hear someone barring it.

Play to the Drummer —

I feel no dumber
It’s a sausage cucumber
I’ll take a number

You’ll never make it
And I can’t fake it
Don’t try and take it
No I’ll never

Play to the drummer
Play to the drummer
I’m winter to your summer
Guess I’m that much dumber
I’ll take a number


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