> The Darkener's Console

With a great effort, the rug is moved to one side of the room, revealing the dusty cover of a closed trap door.

Rehash —

Rehash

You think you’re so suave
Making new on the old
Different gen, different gen
Press play for your memories again

Die
Go away forever
I don’t need your direction

Fly
Taste the shitty weather
Rehash it all again

I see your loop
But I’m in debt to your coop
I want to move with the masses
Behold, we are all classless

Die
Go away forever
I don’t need your direction

Fly
Taste the shitty weather
Rehash it all again
Rehash it all again


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