Anyway, it's dyin' out here.
Has everyone retreated to their graves?
Well I stand before you with nothin' in my hand but a smile full of cheer!
I weave a story of my many close shaves.
Your eyes are on me as I steal the stage.
Your ears soaking up every tainted word.
I swallow the key to my own fuckin' cage.
Singing songs of pointless shit while I flip
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