Lump, pump, dump!
Your eyes are very weary because of your act;
Opressed in the land of the living,
Grabbed and handed over to the people! !
As you left the little girl behind.
Dirty water!
Pour it out and wash the bucket;
Preaching repentance is like the muse of love,
Harbouring a secret;
Pushed through with your acts today.
A little further! !
To discover the tunnel,
Behind the walls;
Pitch, ditch, witch, switch!
Dragging your name into the mud;
With an ugly twist in the land of your muse.
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