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The zeppelin of World War 3 just bought another pint of gasoline
Sits in the background
Watches the foreground
Every day he is a brand new poem
He can't be read 'cause he's always reading
Some people are talking
They don't even know him
He won't sell his soul till the day that he dies
Some people are talking
Talk like they own him

You're gonna be all right
Freeze-dried
You are going on a mission for the human race
You chose to spend your last night on Earth
With the people you cared about
And I'll never forget it

I swear
That night
You had that wild but firm
Profoundly intense look in your eyes
Like you were ready to lift off into the stratosphere at any moment

You knew that land was just a prison
A prison with no guard
But gravity
Through a twist of fate
Found a way out
Drill holes in the sky

The wicked witch on East 4th Street has lost the entirety of her mind
She burns her clothes in a butterfly pose
And feels the weight of every living thing that stumbles down the ground
Within a three mile radius of her haunted house
The house is a mess but there's room for a guest
If Edward Hyde just happened to drop dead

You're gonna be all right
Freeze-dried
You are going on a mission for the human race
You chose to spend your last night on Earth
With the people you cared about
And I'll never forget it

I swear
That night
You had that wild but firm
Profoundly intense look in your eyes
Like you were ready to lift off into the stratosphere at any moment

You knew that land was just a prison
A prison with no guard
But gravity
The other night
You had some crazy dream
And it all went up up up
Now everything I've ever done
And everyone I've ever loved
And every song I ever wrote
And every fortune I didn't tell
And every zeppelin I didn't sell
And every lie I didn't catch
And every UFO I didn't lay
Looks bitter and dull and devoid of all flavor
But you can fly

To the mermaid parade or the merman brawl
Or bashing my head into the wall
Or the mystery air at the start of Fall
There's something burning inside us all
Band names in a bathroom stall
Will always be prisoners to space and time
You can fly
Up up up
Up up up
Up up

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from Shriekofafreak!, released July 5, 2015

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