Colors, Ive none dark or light, red, white or blue Cold is my touch freezing Summons by name, I am the overseer over you Overseer Given this command to watch over our miserable sphere Fallen from grace, called on To bring sun or rain, occasional corn from my oversight grew Overseer Fell with mine angels from a far better place Offering services for the saving of face Now youre here, you may as well admire, all whom living has retired From the benign reconciliation Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights Seen in the sky flashing I just lit a fag and then took my leave in the blink of an eye Overseer, overseer Passionate play join round the maypole in dance Primitive rite wrongly Summoned by name, I am the overseer over you Overseer, overseer
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