Whispers of a Dying Sun, Part II

in the vastness in the land of nod east of Eden works in the joints like it far combination its complication in a chart of our duty turn this light its so wrong so like it come and see some, bar, take, go I'm not sure on the dear determitence like hypnosis, its a presence its so wrong so like it at the maximum edge of agony, enveloped in smoke, it lays down in the streets, conscious of its senseless its the smoke, its the smoke inhabitants of the city start climbing me giant laying waste, waste waste. where is the sun... cavorite is the codebreakers lullaby which can lull the song cavorites code breaks lullaby which we can lull the unexpected into thinking there is no meaning no meaning, no meaning