Holy Hell

There's no way to reach you
No way to call for a push
It's a feature that we set in '93

A bit of a breather
A bit more space left to fill
With all the readings
That you could fit in the time

By the by
I'm alright
Also

Just try shaking yourself loose
Must be a few potential routes
Why find the new conceit is
Hand in hand with your completeness

So sly to even comprehend
All smiles beginning 'til the end
No time to think about the
Holy hell that comes up after



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Lichtenstein
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