The Stomach of the Sky
The stomach of the sky is rumblin'
and I fear that I'll be consumed;
the oceans are dying, the earth turns to sand,
and I sense the day of my doom.
If we're going to change this we'd better get started
stop making excuses and cut to the chase;
I fear this movie will have a bad ending
if we don't meet our demons face to face.
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