When the wild times come
I beg them to stay
'cause I know the low
times are on the way
flip flop I can feel
the gears shift inside
winding up the reel
that changes the tide
raging through my soul
grinding me like meat
a deep dark black hole
that drowns me to eat
then the hook pulls hard
and I am on top
riding a new wave
praying it won't stop.
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