I'm saving myself I'm coming up from the well Because the lights are so pretty The way they light up the city

Long ago when the earth was greener The mammals stood tall and they had three fingers They'd say hello to the plants and insects Migrate across lands in a world left unchecked Falling through trees and the leaves around them Carried by rivers to the kingdom of man But we're all distored, yeah we've been taken I feel like the world is on it's side on it's side on it's side on it's side I know that the world is so numb I know that the world is so numb I know that the world is so numb I know that the world is so numb I know that the world is so numb I know that the world is so numb ....

The house of god Blowing North The house of god again He don't live here anymore He don't live here anymore There's a statue of Jesus lying down on the floor I can't really tell because it's got no face anymore There's rotten wood benches in their lines, it's the same as the door. A book in Latin, half open, full of ancient lore. It's haunted.(x3) I find myself in an old building. I find myself in 1982 Because nothing in here is even remotely new I think the windows are meant to be see-through A grey computer and calculator too Telling me all kinds of shit like the square root of 2 I can't see half the numbers but I know they're all true It's got an outer-shell that's yellow, I think it used to be blue Giving me all kinds of numbers that I already knew. It's haunted.(x3)

I see the blue blue sky Oh and it rattles my mind Oh and I don't feel quite right I can see the blue blue sky. Come alive and go away You're taking my pride The sun above is stalking me You're burning my eyes Come over and bury me So I feel alive The clouds above, I'm needing you So the day can die Come over and bury me So I feel alive The sun above is stalking me You're burning my eyes You're burning my eyes You're burning my eyes

I'll know the day is ending early I'll go down to the valley The place where time always was lost And the snow like stars in the cosmos I'll go with the foxes wearing flowers I tell you their eyes have spectral powers I see past where the distance meets the air I'll live here long without a care

Full poem that I approximately read: I. Hear the sledges with the bells— Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II. Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten-golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! III. Hear the loud alarum bells— Brazen bells! What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now—now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling. How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells— Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! IV. Hear the tolling of the bells— Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people—ah, the people— They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone— They are neither man nor woman— They are neither brute nor human— They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A pæan from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the pæan of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the pæan of the bells— Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells— To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells— To the tolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— Bells, bells, bells— To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

HHHHHHOOOOO HEY KIDS THIS IS SANTA CLAUSE TALKING YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO ME HERE ALRIGHT YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO ME FENG SHUI ITS REALLY IMPORTANT YOU KNOW YOU GOTTA PUT THE YELLOW STUFF YOU PUT THAT IN THE NORTH i think I'VE SEEN SOME LIVINGS IN MY TIME JESUS CHRIST THE FENG SHUI IS ALL OVER THE PLACE I SHOULDN'T SAY THAT NAME BECAUSE.... OH BOY YA... ME AND JESUS WE'VE BEEN ON... WE'RE NOT ON GOOD TERMS HE SORTA HATES ME YA... I KINDA STOLE HIS THUNDER WITH THE WHOLE CHRISTMAS THING BUT YOU KNOW THAT'S KIND OF IRONIC BECAUSE HE STOLE THE THUNDER FROM THE PAGANS YOU KNOW WE SHOULDN'T BE TALKING ABOUT THIS I REALLY WANTED TO TELL ABOUT THE FENG SHUI YOU KNOW YOU PUT THE YELLOW STUFF IN THE NORTH i think TO BE HONEST, I DON'T REALLY KNOW ACTUALLY I GOTTA GO NOW AL ALRIGHTY BYE BYE

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