I'm going to play a little bit of it.
I'm going to play a little bit of it.
are incredulous of nature, reality submerged, reality cold and porned, gazing through the
window fish are swimming in the yard.
Arisen, the dream fish have arisen, a man asleep in deep, kick up the salty, scaly beasts.
Soon once at the sink, he shaved and washed his head, then to turn and notice fish were
bobbing on the bed.
Raised a sharpened hand, he thrashed and bashed the flying beasties, cracking coffins to the
kitchen, frying oil for feasties.
Arisen, the dream fish have returned, to torture and imprison the ones for whom they burned.
He woke and found that steel was wrapped around his floating legs, a thousand fish peered
through the glass to see him on display, others swam in vital lines to catch a single peek.
This human whom the dream fish caught is now the circus freak.
Arisen, the dream fish have returned, to torture and imprison the ones for whom they burned.
Arisen, the dream fish have returned, to torture and imprison the ones for whom they burned.
Arisen, the dream fish have returned, to torture and imprison the ones for whom they burned.
Arisen, the dream fish have returned, to torture and imprison the ones for whom they burned.
Arisen, the dream fish have returned, to torture and imprison the ones for whom they burned.
Returned, they come for you, they come for me, they come out of the blackened sea.
Returned, returned, the dream fish have, the dream fish have, the dream fish have, the dream fish have.
Returned, returned, the dream fish have, the dream fish have, the dream fish have, the dream fish have.
