Wherein the operator of Unit 3 engages in a hideous diatribe against his own identity, culminating in the first recorded acknowledgement of (unintelligible).
lyrics
ISLEPTFORDAYSIDIDNOTDREAMTHROWNOUTANDSTRAPPEDONTOASINKINGSHIPTHEWAVESARERUROARINGUPSOTHEYCANWASHMEDOWNTHISISANGERTHISISDISSAPPOINTMENTTHISISADISGRACE
IAMINDEBTANDBANKSARECLOSINGINTHEYSENDCOURAGEOUSMENTOBEATHESHITOUTOFMEIDONTFIGHTTHEMIMTIREDJUSTFROMFIGHTINGMYSELFNOWITS (unintelligible)
You call them all off, You lock the plug door.
“I see my admiral you don’t give a fuck.”
You call them all down, the bands don’t play at all, it’s silent in the middle of the night. So come and behold her: the fluid is warm. It is, it’s in my body. And come and behold her, the waiting is over.
(unintelligible)
Even hidden in the instruments I feel Your saving presence.
(unintelligible)
It’s colder if you (unintelligible) the night.
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