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Minature Minotaur
Weel me the wheel ill push the foundation
On the peddles that batman cycled domination
Trap my own tree to redeem satisfation
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My friend looks so pseudo, when his hair is with Judas
Slowly growing patience with a halo thats Wonkeys
Hazard, peeping piper pipeline devil colour artist
Warped landslide with time for your trauma faces
Rip the red rope, you funny bandit
Are you pregnant
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Shave your chin with real suprises
Hands on my head im under arrest
Razor has already shaved all my hair
Believing the devil would reward me my brain
Please let my mind breathe my sweet oxygen
Dont dare to ditch the wicked after i split my head
Rock bottom with tougher chance of retribution, the minotaurs minature head with no solution, seizures shot the metador with fake stitches just an illusion
The storyteller blew smoke in my chimney just fusion
Now i have two chamber cone eyed pupil pansies
Flowers fading to the sound of the tale never said cranky
We might live longer if we pretend we are junkies with a wishing well in bed acting fancy
On the peddles that batman cycled domination
Trap my own tree to redeem satisfation
Analogue rock pool arousal arousal
My friend looks so pseudo, when his hair is with Judas
Slowly growing patience with a halo thats Wonkeys
Hazard, peeping piper pipeline devil colour artist
Warped landslide with time for your trauma faces
Rip the red rope, you funny bandit
Are you pregnant
Fruity baskets stalkers prices
Shave your chin with real suprises
Hands on my head im under arrest
Razor has already shaved all my hair
Believing the devil would reward me my brain
Please let my mind breathe my sweet oxygen
Dont dare to ditch the wicked after i split my head
Rock bottom with tougher chance of retribution, the minotaurs minature head with no solution, seizures shot the metador with fake stitches just an illusion
The storyteller blew smoke in my chimney just fusion
Now i have two chamber cone eyed pupil pansies
Flowers fading to the sound of the tale never said cranky
We might live longer if we pretend we are junkies with a wishing well in bed acting fancy
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