To rule from the bottom up, to drink of the Babylonian Cup.
The Cup of the World, the Mary-Go-Round, the twirl.
For here, Soul for Real, the enemy we kill.
To be your medication, and do this for cheap thrills.
Too bad I'm busy with fulfilling the seals.
Your soul stands still, your frozen, now chill.
Welcome to the real world, we pay our rent, to avoid the Bill.
The score is settled, to the Beast you now kneel.
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