The Best Team In The World

Power is gravity pulling you down Till your feet meet reality cold and hard Anger is nothing but a gleam of a crown As you try and find your way in the dark Just as speed can be blind without focus of mind We are present, though it's not yet known what we'll do But you'll hear the clout coming like a fire in the mountains And you'll feel that same downward force once we are through

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