Oh, the skies, tumbling from your eyes
So sublime, a chase to end all time
Seasons call and fall, from grace and uniform
Anatomical, metaphysical
Oh, the dye
A blood red setting sun
Rushing through my veins
Burning up my skin
I will survive, live and thrive
Win this deadly game
Love crime
Love crime
I will survive, live and thrive
I will survive
I will

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