harmony in the cold, cold crowd
the loudest scoundrel whines and howls
our dearest accomplices accomplished
all that they could, and would
you care to know that you've got no
reason to be scared? no treason!
despair only slows your digestion
and to answer your question:
they left you behind to leave me alone
between a snake dance, who'd sit
on this throne?
we've casted too many magic tricks
for anything to ever be nothing
why frown when you sit atop
the most beautiful piece of my heart?
the prince is only sleeping.
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