The Akhian Press Lyrics

I had a better fall I fell into the sea; I ate a rotten
berry and accosted the sea (held hostage by brand and
manacles the Hellespont shrunk) I wish I was the mother
of an engineer to be

go run from the rain: oh bleak satellite with grace and
then a semblance of empirical might you make a bastard
will he roll hard will he row for free, "Row on master
Jane." Oh isn't it sad isn't it the same: pushing out the
miracle but the miracle is pain

I hate Stella
I hate Rose Know why
because they want to be free.... Watch the morning rise
and watch it in the sea remember better thinker sand the
way they cover me

widening the borders so the fathers on their knees
go run from the rain! (All dwarved men sing) Welfare is
all right, but it's a burden in the night, hate borders
and hate the free, hate the billionaire in me... hate for
the miracle because the miracle is not in me -- welfare
is all right all right all right!

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