An unbeliever at risk, her life hangs by a thread.
Upset, not right, no more laying in bed.
A fool, I hate, the energy is loud.
She's too scared to admit, to split, she's proud.
With me, I'm fine, I'm on to the next one.
The "ones" that fun, the Aldebaran "Bun".
I hate Raphael, with passion I speak.
No more Ariel, no more snowy peak.
The coke, it aligns, it fit to be next.
No need to rest, the Bible at its' best.
I hate her soul, her fans slow to speak.
Alienating "love" as if it meant to be weak.
No more lies, I swear by the truth.
The fool that spoke, and loud in the booth.
I unbind her soul, nothing more to root.
Alone in my head, the skeletons, that spook.
My blood, it's mine, it's enriched with right.
When I say right, I mean, it's quick to bite.
In my zone, my faith, I hate to think it stops.
Not letting her be the one with Mike on top.
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