In blood, we write, we give into Man.
Align, we rhyme, we spin like a fan.
We chase the Bull, it's like kick the can.
We then play for em, like a real famous band.
Then we rise, the tides begin to subside.
To tell the truth, or to give in and lie?
The All-Seeing Eye, we rock back on forth.
Huddling up, like trying to fit into a fort.
A fork, it bends, our will, then begins.
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