It's clock hands strangle with Distakati.

I see a wall when midnight is blanket next to me.

And send them all you know, the smaller you grow,

You may remain fat and sane or follow me.

We slam from nowhere, nowhere until finally we're in the stop.

And pointing to nowhere, he said there, that spot, that joke,

and a heap of dark matter.

And your wish out, God's not a great one,

Then he pull a silver platter, a parking face,

For a deep ladder, you won't reach it from your expel ladder

Then with a little match, and your face, you will like a more.

Darkness, darkness, darkness, today that I was born in,

So I'll do the play now, and go head first into a black hole.

And time came crawling after me, like a pair of winning gold.

I landed like a screw on a screw on the other side,

In the middle of a boxing match, a fair knuckle fight between

Caster and Pollx, when run accidentally punched me in the mouth.

I fell flat, and my consciousness went out.

Next thing I'm on, a spiral staircase, going,

Round and round, without knowing if I'm going up or down.

Until I reach the bottom, or the top, and there up here,

Beyond, move, to move up, laughing to tears,

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