That dude, had to fight me homie, he was running from something, we are all puppets on a string, I smell him, this horned goat, he's waiting, don’t give in, don’t let him, take charge again, he's always whispering, the strings, are always pulling, we're all dancing, according to his whims, sprayed his, graffiti on everything, Joyboy, laughing, rebellion, rebellion, it’s unnatural, for all the power, to go to one man, slay the giant, all the children come, take a piece of him, it’s what he gets, for whining, oh, may the river flow, and may innocence save me, if it was me, I certainly wouldn’t be so free, there’s a job for everybody, laying inside of me, is a great beast, waiting, setting tripwire, how many beasts, will I catch this time, black magic, and blasphemy, this is too far for me homie, so many, unclogged meridians, the beast has been set free, quick, offer a sacrifice, cast a curse, a love spell, entangle him, in black hair, the heavens above me, I can’t ever escape them, but while these chains are loose, I might as well feast then, a blade, reach for my heart, stab me, my blood stained on your hands, I’ll live for eternity.

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