The moon is a yo-yo,
and god holds the string.
After a night of drinking,
I can see the thing spin,
tricks in the dark
with a flick of the wrist.
A sleeper waiting for the pick.
A Cat in the cradle,
spool of fate,
relying on gravity to
perfectly time each trick.
Slipknot forms a ring.
We have an eternity to make
this combo stick.
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Cover Artist: Ting Yuen
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