Of weak intesity of sheer velocity Silver boy gone but he left his hand Happpy to chain Leave all his things Get right and heave it May be taste a few
Disguise dis all of you Violence try to make me follow I'm not a dog But yes I will Untell my visions clear I'll not fith here The last thing I need is time to feed
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