Music Thread.


I've got a catacomb with fur covered styrofoam.
So come over now and sleep.
Time isn't here again, wasted thoughts that could've been.
Now we can devise our plan.

Daylight, daylight.
Daylight won't find us here.

I've got a catacomb with flags that flew fifty years ago.
Let sleep overcome your mind.
God isn't safe again, molest trees and chop down men.
So we must revise our plan.

Daylight, daylight.
Daylight won't find us here.
Daylight, daylight.
Daylight won't find us here.
Daylight, daylight.
Daylight won't find us here.

I guess I'll post a song called "Daylight" as well.