
Dr Dog and the prophetic words of Fate.
An army of ancients could rise from the ground-Army of Ancients
and tear every nation apart.
And I'd still be sitting there counting my cards,
wondering when will it start?
The oceans and forests could collide into one
and muddy this world in a spark.
And I'd still be sitting there twiddling my thumbs,
wondering when will it start?
The man could come back on his fiery throne
to measure the feathers and hearts.
And I'd still be whistling dixie alone,
wondering when will it start?
I don't wanna wake up.
I don't wanna move.
I'll skip the sermon and stick to the booze.
I'm sorry...
The Ark
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