I woke up this morning
Strings were on my mind, strings were on my mind
Standing by the crossroads
Strings were on my mind
I'm off to my secret rendezvous
A new dimension I must find
There's a fold in the fabric
Which way do I go, which way do I go
I'm tumbling in my spacetime
My life begins to slow
I'm shooting with Satan's numbers
And the dice begin to glow.


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