When you fall in the sky from your bat wing, golden as it may seem it's still a leathery wing, free me, show me your ancient knowledge.
When you play at hell's gate, when you play you play with a bag of bone
your mother told you keep your mouth shut, see you in hell bitch, who keeps the biggest bone bag, bitch, your father as happy as he may seem, he keeps you by the lakeside, he keeps you on the grid system, he keeps you borderline, he keeps you insane, keeps you wanting more.
It's a bone bag, either way you slice it, it's your chore
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