Bishop
Kyle Jahnke, Andy Baxter
Think ye not of
Earthen autumn things
On your lonesome
To a neighbor bring
Any dream that keeps you from sleeping well
Be it Hell
Or if it be glory
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Maranatha!
Science Fiction King!
We come after, yes
In a rocket bring
We ourselves & naught else, save cosmic
Lust
This frontier must
Greater commission be!
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Heal me by degrees
Fear is founded, be thou grounded
Heal me by degrees
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Dost thou not feel fed?
Manage tempest, sing!
From a space ship bed
Manna, blest, our voyage brings
Hallelujah, praise every star crossed
Kid
Try? We all did!
C'mon darkness calls
ANON
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Heal me by degrees
Fear is founded, be thou grounded
Heal me by degrees