Aspect 12: The Sun Fairy Attacks!

Search in the sand for a relic or a stump of a man
The new contraband is managing what's out of hand
So you buy a mayonnaise truck and you take it on a journey
Til another mayonnaise truck turns it into a half-assed tourney

Mind like a railyard with runaway trains
Heart like a graveyard with no fucking brains
Set sail with a Spaniard with greasy wet hands
She spoke broken English with runaway glands

Search in the sand for a future you had planned
Search in the closets of the cosmos
Search in the dumpsters of Eros
Look in the nursing homes of fading dreams
Beg for scraps from their tables
Praise the waning gods
They are the waning gods
Praise the waning gods at their table

And the Sun Fairy attacks
And the Sun Fairy attacks

Search in the sand for a relic or a stump of a man
Search in the sand for a relic or a stump of a man



Credits
Writer(s): Za's Stair
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