Saturn’s rings came streaming through his window
Like a friend of a friend that’s telling him to let go
The pathways to the future are behind him now
Telling him all the things he’s yet to know
He was arcane
He knew the length of every nail in his coffin
He was to blame
He’ll come again
Saturn’s rings were pilgrims of tobacco
Spirits from his pipe leave it as it’s so
Prophecies in spirals draw the twisting of the knife
And the minutes before midnight as they grow
He knew the name
Of every ring around his planet
They were arcane
They were to blame
Saturn’s rings were binding him, not letting go
With time on his tongue he named it his eternal foe
Saturn’s rings came streaming through his windpipe
Telling him the error of his ways
It was arcane
It knew to count his every living hour
It came again
None was to blame
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