Resting himself on his crutches, suspicious stories which are fake
Laughter was growing around in a stranger's sound
Holding his stutter in his hands and carving his words to demands
Psychotic byonic he was as he splutters his words
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Confusion cuts in the air, if I was granted one wish
I'd whisk off the girl with the white jeans for a singles night's bliss
Revising thoughts of stately homes as the party continues
The bright lights eluminates the, the freakbeat eluminates the night