the one who finds praise in ignorance
is obviously illegitimate and probably illiterate
you say that I speak from a figment
the instant you open ya mouth I'll throw in a biscuit
head covered in stitches, recipe is to vicious
delicious, take a piece and never be satisfied
asking why did I have to die, ya purgatory doubled and magnified
so get back in line, or fall like september, u better surrender
you wont miss me, but this is a winter to remember
came and closed down ya town, blocked all ya doors
this is one forced storm impossible to ignore

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Lyrical Rapsody