I dream I am armed
Anagrams play with my thoughts
Words are formed
Letters fall into their slots
The speed of my sound
Emanates from deep underground
The place where I found
That thoughts of death abound
Rejecting negatives
Setting objectives
Moving to consolidate
A bright and shiny fate
Finalé
Grit my teeth hard, to myself I talk
Figure out new ways to beat this clock
All-clean lyrics are a bit of a block
Wanna get my point through
Without resorting to
Violent or cuss words
Just maybe one or two
Talk of luck and fate just sets me off
What do stars have to do with cold and cough?
I make my life my way, I take off
No wonder people think I'm just too soft
But I got a fire burning deep within
Not one of us has been living without sin
Balrogs can't hold a torch to me
Death is the only way to be free
Till the day that I'm on my funeral pyre
This world is gonna feel my full-fledged ire
Surprise, surprise
Open your eyes
Open your ears
Let go of your fears
Prepare to be treated to a basic fact
You're gonna die despite all your tact
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