You open your heart
Like pandora's locker
Burnt books - and notes
From
I'm getting bored creeping up and down the same old
My Mother's silence
My Brother's violence
Stranger in a casket we called
Old school new school a fool's a fool
Long wallet chains
Sun dappled sweat slashes awake
Blood blotted out by the breeze
Another
Welcome to the cobra zone, you're chilling with the Frisk.
Pink house boy scout purposely stuck
Too scared with fake scars
Once again… We step into the ring
It seems that we
Will you save you when you're under the gun
Who me
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