Grand Tyranite's Lament (pre​-​master)

from by Grandpa Egg

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lyrics

Nothing more we come to this
A floating mass in a black abyss
Without a home are you ever the same?
Or just another talking brain

Mob-O-lob dob-A-rob
By rites they called to me
Born of the embers et lore
As I am free

Am I all that I claim to be?
Or just a wad of pink debris
Floating on in this black abyss
A bloated mass in a spaceship

Mob-O-lob dob-A-rob
By rites they called to me
Wake from a century scorn
As I am free
Oh in the stars I see

If it all come to pass
Matters not then perhaps
Better off I’d be
On a drunk beside the sea
On a beach with a Chill Freeze

Nothing more we arrive at this
A bloated mass in a black abyss

credits

from Dinosaurs In A Mining Facility (single), released July 26, 2018
Jeb - vocal, acoustic, organ, monotron, djembe, auxiliary stuff

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