The Botanist

William walked the road to the botanist
Escaping fascism and all her fold
He's meeting Klaus a quarter 'til 3:00
There's talk of a reckoning
It won't be long

And the staff all know it's the golden age
And the staff all know us from before

There's a chill coming in from the east
It's taken it's toll

She'll block out the sun

Under her black heart scorpion skies
And the staff all know our names



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Kless, Michael Kinsella
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