[00:23.809]As if you know the story of Wallowa Lake:
[00:31.413]Leviathan first hid in the deep where her children sleep
[00:39.367]She kept them hidden from the plague
[00:45.614]But have you heard the story of my mother’s fate?
[00:53.378]She left us in Detroit in the rain with a pillow case
[01:01.725]Fortune for the paper weight
[01:08.154]We followed her to Joseph, near the Indian raid
[01:15.359]She wept among the ****s, hide and seek, for the fallen chief
[01:24.148]Spathiphyllum on his grave
[01:29.143]And like the cedar wax wing, she was drunk all day
[01:37.527]We put her in the sheet, little wreath, candles on the crate
[01:46.461]As the monster showed its face
[01:53.030]As she waits for her children in the shade
[02:00.508]Demogorgon or demigod the ghost parade
[02:07.361]No oblation will bring her back to our place
[02:16.875]She stayed within the deep end of Wallowa Lake
[02:51.553]The undertow refrained with the flame of a feathered snake
[03:00.018]Charybdis in its shallow grave
[03:06.188]She gave us one last feature: the fullness of her face
[03:13.736]In the shade of “Hin-mah-too-yah…” (Red Napoleon)
[03:23.744]As the demon took her place
[03:28.936]As we wait for the waters to reside
[03:36.341]Her remarkable stoicism and her pride
[03:43.577]When the dragon submerged we knew she had died
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