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Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,

there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,

their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,

obscured as it was by great clouds.

Here they played out their peaceful lives,

innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing

in the world below.

To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey

was enough.

Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.

They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one

noticed them: they only saw shadows.

You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.



Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes

Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home

Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head

Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,

the dance of the dead,

the dance of the dead



In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches of the mountain,

and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity

and Beauty.

By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.

The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,

and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling

the chaos of their own world.

Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,

their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.

Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.

Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?

And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,

holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind

that chilled the very soul of them up.

For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew

that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep.

And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany

so immense it could be heard far away in space.

There were no screams. There was no time.

The mountain called Monkey had spoken.

There was only fire.

And then, nothing.



O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see

There`s nothing you believe you want

But where were you when it all came down on me?

Did you call me now?

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,

there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,

their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,

obscured as it was by great clouds.

Here they played out their peaceful lives,

innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing

in the world below.

To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey

was enough.

Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.

They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one

noticed them: they only saw shadows.

You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.



Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes

Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home

Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head

Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,

the dance of the dead,

the dance of the dead



In time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches of the mountain,

and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity

and Beauty.

By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.

The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,

and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling

the chaos of their own world.

Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,

their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.

Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.

Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?

And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,

holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind

that chilled the very soul of them up.

For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew

that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep.

And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany

so immense it could be heard far away in space.

There were no screams. There was no time.

The mountain called Monkey had spoken.

There was only fire.

And then, nothing.



O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see

There`s nothing you believe you want

But where were you when it all came down on me?

Did you call me now?

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