Look fast, It's happening
He's a white tyrannosaurus
It's pouring out
Of angel dust eye corners
Think for a moment
They see you smash ceramic
The shards of skulls
Is parting for you, pirate
Going far, They're curling round your fingers
And words gargled
They're reaching for your eyelids
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Look fast, It's happening
He's a ball of wet gray paper
It's pouring out
Like ash from his eye corners
Think for a moment
Seastorms in your fingers
The glowing skulls
Are looking at you hungry
Going for him
They're cutting off his fingers
And wet gargoyles
Are drooling on his body