Fractals & Coastlines

Who touched these files? They are a hoarder's delight All of these souls must be reallocated now I swear this job would spell the death of me, but Demigods don't enjoy the privilege of sleep - sweet kiss of death Where am I? And where are my children Why do I feel so hollow Where am I? God, it's so fucking cold Who let her out? She is not done Doesn't even know that she is dead If we don't clean up her file We could lose this entire aisle Clean her up! Summer wraps itself around her soul Summer wraps itself around her soul Summer wraps itself around her, wraps its loving arms around her Summer wraps itself around her soul I hear the engines of the 18-wheelers pulling up to the loading dock Mondays always smell like gas and formaldehyde You never get used to it - you only get older You only get experience Welcome, love. Here we deal in fractals and in coastlines Here we deal in chaos and in ordinary time Take a cigar, pour the gin, pull up a chair You're going to be here for quite a while, so relax Summer wraps itself around her, wraps its loving arms around her soul She's been retained. She's been contained. She's been detained Summer wraps itself around her, wraps its loving arms around her soul I need a drink - I'm getting too old for this All of the souls have been reallocated now I swear this job would spell the death of me, but Demigods don't enjoy the privilege of sleep, sweet kiss of death