Self control, fuzzy troll
Tricks and gems
No one wins
My blood, my kin
Yes I defend
debate and flake but surely quake
Mistakes I make, prove I'm so real
So call me fake, mistakes your deal
Line the shuttered bows in rows
we'll grant them access to down below
the sensation of feeling comes through my eyes
The fish I'm reeling are quite the size
Forget about all your ties...
Remember that no one dies...
We reincarnate into a spirit
and split this illusion of good merit
Is your aura bright today?
Maybe tomorrow it will fade away...
With God we love this life
Don't mistake the strife for height
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