My head's in vertigo, keeps spinning, spinning, spinning
And not a second to just stand still;
A god of mine is wheezing, screeching, grinning
And feeding off of my remaining will.
And like a drunkard, I keep stumbling, rolling, reeling;
I can't afford to let myself stand still.
This god of mine demands that I keep kneeling
That I bow down to his despotic will.
The world keeps turning, throws me off of it
But I'll keep climbing Sisyphus-like, right until
This god of mine shall err and tumble over,
And when he does, I'll go right for the kill.
dog god
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