Backing up the way that I came from
And coming forward a black
Adrenalized gold snake eyes
No I'm not waiting for the sound
I got a rattle in my spine
No, I'm not waiting for the fans
I'd rather taste some loc
Rising up, head drops a shadow
like the face of the window
No, I'm not waiting for the sun
I got a rattle in my spine
No, I'm not waiting for the be st
I'd rather taste some local
What a wonderful surprise,
there's no serpents around me
Rhyolus Vox is a voice deep within me
Last time I heard it peaking a liquid LSD
Just take a ride on the an cient guide
and your path will be reborn
No, I'm not waiting for the sand
I got a rattle in my spine
I'm not waiting for the fangs,
I'd rather sip some local wine.
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