Gargantua Soul Summer Of My Discontent
This... Is the Summer of My Discontent
It was a fine day dreaming
Screaming like the demon was
It gave an accent to the things beyond
What are the secrets
And who's thirsty anyway here's the sword
Give it to thechild as he goes...
Down
It will all come back to you
If you don't stand for something
You'll fall for anything
So masking tape your broken wing
Don't wait till that lady sings
The king sits inside you
In silence here the trumpet sound
The mystical mantra twirling, spinning, exploding...
Down
The turmoil all around
I'll be the rock for you
This is the Summer of my discontent
