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Under the thermal layer

55 fathoms from failure

From the lips of the drunken wailer

To the ears of ships dead sailor

Who is this he, the I who’s turned into we

He be the name, of intense energy

From the quantum oscillator

This Greater power is achieved

The evidence observed

Yet it’s still not believed

Andy rolls up his sleeves

Droplets fall from the leaves

And the branches above

Lovely petrified trees

In water you freeze, my friend

In water you die

That’s just the way of the world

Was his ghastly reply

Who is this he, the I who’s turned into we

Scrimshaw the name, of intense energy

Scrimshaw picks the game

If you choose to play along

A cipher is embedded

Somewhere deep in the song

The only catch is it’s death

If your answer is wrong…

Left sightless and deaf

With no the soul to prolong

Marimba, a gong and the dead timpani

Buried at the bottom of the Solomon sea

Cross dimensional slayer

The antique record player

Sounds the semitones of death

Through the chlorinated vapor

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