Break, my fingers can't stop the Shake, fight the sandman that Face, a grin of pure evil don't Trace, the lines of the devil he Takes, the girl who smiles her Brace, the teeth are wild and Stage, your own undoing a Mage, a mood is brewing a Rage, a storm is on the Waters, he's coming he's coming don't Flaunt her. It's you that's running your time, tap tap bleeding it out like wine and water a rose he dines alongside, it flows come gather your manly pride, but you're froze.
Hold your breath. Explode. Put it to the test. Sleep. Rest. Dive. Go deep. Must break the sheath. Deny you're weak. The futures bleak, for those who hide. Those who wait. Grate your teeth. They who sleep, buried deep Them that run, find your fun in what got you running to begin with, the Revolutionscaryness risk of unawaryness chase the chance to advance and romance the possibility of fruitful fairy tales.