Hunting me down grim reaper
To the magma and deeper
Hot and hilarious sultry
It's nothing, keep going
The tale has no twist after all
Much like incessant music on hold
Coming to be a made-up story
Insinuation of poetry
Shaken off feasible plans
While volume up on high-gain
The tale has no twist after all
Much like incessant music on hold
Slip out of my jacket
And make me electric
Stringed hands catch the snares
Oh, how very poetic
About to get pinned down
And laid up
Taking what a fine figure
I would cut
Need ample lung power
For a full-throated roar
Irrevocably gamous
Spin out some more
About to get pinned down
And laid up
Taking what a fine figure
I would cut
I need a flash or a breeze
A cautery or relief
This is the end of nascent
A disseisin of something
The tale has no twist after all
Much like incessant music on hold
About to get pinned down
And laid up
Taking what a fine figure
I would cut
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