Verse 1
It was a rainy and bitter night
I was searching for a hand that'd fit me right
I was searching for the answer to a melody
It was a long, lost chant of a message all should heed
Verse 2
In the beginning was a timeless thought
Before the words would sing, before the ocelots
And the Elders couldn't stomach such a stagnant land
So they stacked the deck and dealt another hand
Chorus
Sleeping
Dealing
Numbing solitude
Waking
Making
Knaves of 52
Verse 3
Now, the chaos is a wondrous and frightening thing
How it birthed many songs, many melodies
But the songs that were written couldn't keep the pace
So the First 52 built a new and a faster race
Verse 4
After eons in a slumber were the 52
Awakened by the paeans from their earthly crew
Who had twisted all the meaning of their righteous gift
To alleviate the boredom in the dismal cosmic drift
(chorus)
Verse 5
So the 52 arose with a mighty yawn
And invalidated melodies of boring songs
For their never ending wisdom hadn't yet forgot
That the time had finally come, had come for the ocelots
Verse 6
With a nod to the singers and the songs they made
Were the 52 aware of the hand they played
The creation of a people full of life and prose
Who would Spin it all to music in a place they called Kompoz
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