The Hour - Tirteen Senses
They rule with no design
A limited sense of this world
They'll be the talk of the town
They'll be the last standing gods on earth
And you'll have their sympathy
This is the hour they are realeased
Circles around you see
If you can't disppear
No way you can leave
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