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I choke him with strings of show and the carnival is open |
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We just finished stringing the cardinal from the ropes |
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And the poles and the hooks of the tent |
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To sound crash and packed intense dents from materials dense |
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My serial complex does adjust in itself |
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It morphs and it melts and it sways and it tilts |
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And it's built of the techy type prototype |
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With a savaged defaulty radar gun and headlight |
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When midnight strikes all these mad men might strike |
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Hammerside swipes and box you in with pipes |
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[madchild] |
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Deformed monstrosity that exists to kill |
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Whispers of a mind gone mad with twisted skill |
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A sinful dwarf with even more sinister servants |
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You're dealing with a highly intelligent life of on mental servant |
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In this carnival of souls, spine tingling pulse pounding |
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Feast with jungle beast that adapt to their surroundings |
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Battle fields are washed with blood corpses and era |
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I'm your host wizard of gore and terror |
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Erotic and brutal visions of unspeakable horror |
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You're driving off a cliff in a black tinted exlplorer |
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Wishmaster [echoes] poets are angelic elegance |
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Spirit warrior soldiering through unknown terrain |
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With nondelegate slanted planted my flag now i'm relevant |
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Crimes of inspiration passion will surely flourish |
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Cherish the purely nourish or perish from hurling courage |
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Beware of the swirling current of blood curling determent |
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Once again i'm left stranded amongst thieves and masked bandits abandon |
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Rapidly rattling off at the amount at random |
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The last desperate attempt to sore with raging angels |
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A frightening excursion of my ultimate fantasy |
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[prevail] |
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Lets raise the bounty on the county jester |
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And raise the level on the fair ground walkers and the skies of a leopard |
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On the quest for shield depress is fought in shallow waters |
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And the worlds lightest vehicles float on scalps honors |
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And bombers occupy a much calmer reply |
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In a steal lidded sky that growls like octopi |
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My optical relys on what lies and what truths |
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I produced unwritten ink stamps from here to baru |
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They shoot anything that moves and be blast on more pints |
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As the parliament parlays amongst tories and socreds |
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That the ocean floor so ripped from the expansion of land mass |
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It runs double when shores are melted and the pleaded 'all grasp |
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My life task completes a path word to those who will mask |
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To survive the late coming and arrival of the craft |
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As the murder of crewels flow south like dark quilts |
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Took a mayan sway prevail the periodical post |