Hovering over your nightmare-
I thought you would have known
by now;
The demon and the serpent are
appeasing things some how;
You reach across this great divide
thinking to take my soul;
A blackened taste is all you left
and poison in your bowl;
A puff went the flame and the fire
went lame-I wonder if you will
ever dream again?
The bigger they are the harder they
fall-I guess you weren't watching
when I made that call;
Music is lively now without your
shame-I never did like the way
you did business-so I took over
from here;
Make your last record punk-then
just disappear!

 
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