I found my way out of, out of this crypt
Your skeletal possessions won’t throw me back down
Hold back your Drag‘n’Drop gameplay on me
You’re not in control, you’re a serpent to be
I’ll fight you off as you slither and crawl
Across my cerebral cortex my thoughts I do maul
Your wretched ambitions caused by a slack
Your father’s absence, mother’s ethical crack
I’ve come back to life to send my regards
Come back to life to send my regards
- Lars Ole Okstad

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