It's a.
Cold hard.
World out there.
Kiddies.
Stay safe won't you.
Stay sane must you.
Stay normal lest you stand out.
And become.
Destroyed.
Oh kiddies.
I know.
For I'm as cold as frozen nitrogen.
Hard as an isolated diamond.
Looking for my rough.
And it's always a sob story they're singing.
Always a love song they're writing.
And there's no better torch song than an epitath.
Gone.
Too.
Soon
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
It's a.
Cold hard.
World out there.
Kiddies.
Stay safe won't you.
Stay sane must you.
Stay normal lest you stand out.
And become.
Destroyed.
Oh kiddies.
I know.
For I'm as cold as frozen nitrogen.
Hard as an isolated diamond.
Looking for my rough.
And it's always a sob story they're singing.
Always a love song they're writing.
And there's no better torch song than an epitath.
Gone.
Too.
Soon
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