Won’t you lay me down in your soft, scented bed

Where I can pretend I have a soft, pleasant head

Wont you lend me luxury, your temporary purgatory

Where we pretend as if we already weren’t already dead

Take me from this battlefield to out beyond extragalactic space

I can’t help this feeling, my survival requires escape

Some time even slaves take breaks

Aint there something I can give or something that you’ll take?

Dont I have some gold, won’t you take some flake?

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