A LEGION OF GOATS
What I'm feeling...
What I'm leaving...
Escaping hate by way of avoidance.
Escaping fate for a much slower dance.
Oh, what I'm feeling.
There's a legion of goats...
Waiting outside my window.
Tearing out the throats...
Of the opposition.
Lost meaning.
Redundance drowns me.
Lost feeling.
Unique apathy.
There's a convoy of boats...
Searching for a place to hide.
They're sinking all that floats...
Stomp the competition.
Left dreaming.
These thoughts, they drown me.
Dream of leaving.
Unique galaxy.
Aaaaaaah!
What I'm feeling.
What I'm leaving behind.
Escaping hate, escaping fate.
Oh, what I'm feeling.
What*I'm feeling.
What I'm leaving behind.
Escaping hate, escaping fate.
Oh.
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