Lyrics:

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G, C, H
Hi, have you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to some music?
Well, this is your big chance
You see, music is much like a brocaded butterfly
With a shadowy promenade of effervescence
Yet sloops down the bottom of misty mountains of darkness
Like a flirtatious flounder upon a non-reflecting mirror
Like, what is this opaque window of comfort, that we cannot overcome?
It is a manifestation of love
It a forest of emptiness and it is an ocean with no water
Except where that which fills it
So as you listen to this masterpiece
Release yourself from the prison of captivity and let your soul free
Because only a free soul can be captured by greedy soul thieves
Who will then sell them to Leprechaun gold miners
But it is only when your soul is taken away, that you can take it back
And this my friend, does not make any sense whatsoever, or does it?
No, it does not
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Papercut Chronicles