You've got a
Creative; killer instinct mind.
So, hold your weapons up high
Wear that frown hostage with pride.
Let, sorrows sing like sparrows
And hope soars like an eagle.
Your thoughts hold no shadows
They've got wings like an angel.
You've got a
Creative; killer instinct mind.
Blink and times, running out!
Open and see the stars aligned.
I swear you can go, anywhere
Just imagine and your heart
Will take you, there
I swear.
You've got a
Creative; killer instinct mind.
Open any prison door sell you wish
The key is yours to turn open with one twist.
"Stick or bust" how far you go
This is all down to you, not
On how well your sparrow sings
With or without-
Optimum, eagle, angel, spread out wings.
This is all down to you.
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