We sing on top, we hail from Draco.
As fast as a bullet, like a 70 mph Mako.
The track is fast, we look to finish.
Our sins dissolve, and surely diminish.
The blood in my veins circulates towards the heart.
On call, like a dog, the one that barks.
Embark on a mission, we die on the cross.
Everyone seems to complain, and can't handle a loss.
Finess, online, the blood is the wine.
Like the Elohim, up above, from the one and only Divine.
Now you know, we heed the call.
Making sure to never, ever, look to fall.
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