Trade my halo for a pitchfork
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And my white dress for red G-strings
I see your footprints by the lake
and begin to follow, my past fading with every step
I am not who I once was, but still the same
I'm frightened by the snarling creatures crawling 'round me
I keep walking to see if this is a test I must pass or if I will sink into an abyss
This one is about what is going on in my head right now, besides memorizing things for tests. Tchus!
Mad monkey fling poo!