Shut it down,Or all will be unleashed.

The touch of skull on concrete ground,

Dirt filling a clean mouth.

Adjust then eject,

Let me here the chorus one and two more times.

Sing sing sing like the morning birds,

The shakes.

A thousand twinkles and a million kisses,

Humming the love tunes.

Branching off every which way,

Sweet sweet delight.

Completed mission impossible,

Tangled in the vines with sharp spikes.

Raw flesh,

Spinning round and around.

A wheel of choice,

Originally freed from those hands with the black gloves on.

Time and time again there are returns,

Holding on tight.



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