The Darkener's Console

> It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Broken Record —

A broken record // Says nothing new // Skips back and forth // I’m wasting my time

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This broken record // Is nothing new // Flips back and forth // I’m sorry it’s mine

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Cut the power // Tables won’t stop turning // Break the shower // These seasons keep churning

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Wilt the flower // I’m sick of your concerning // Jump the towers // Endless loop keeps returning

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You can’t stop

You don’t see

What I see

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This won’t stop

You only believe

One, two, three

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You can’t stop

You don’t see

What I see

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This won’t stop

You only believe

One, two, three


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