the fan blowing midwinter winds
straight legged skirt girls stalk me
sparkling with their nails
there are no more lanes
cars swerve around petals
the security guard's asleep
dirty beats lay wasted on the pavement
if this is how we keep going
we'll be kicked out of olympus
and knock on hade's speakeasy door
the password is "righteous"
tell me how to sleep
tell me how to sleep
i keep asking my all angels
and they all keep saying no
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