Every time I'd lay awake at night, I couldn't help but think about it. The possibility, there's more than what my mind can see, waves of gamma crashing down, something I can cry about.
And there's a great big rock in the damn sky. Nobody ever thinks about it. Like what the hell is going on? Torn to pieces all day long. One big consciously strange collective, something I can cry about.
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