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i'm skittish like a mouse i can easily dissappear i'll skirt the floorboards and live off crumbs keep you guessing if i'm even here smoke and mirrors drape the room a good magician never tells their secrets lover, i was raised for this born and bred and will die in trenches the seer says there's ghosts in here i've been on a haunting spree salt circles can't save you this time the truth won't protect the guilty it's an all-out zombie apocalypse corpses of past-versions of me resurrected from the ground to complete Mother Karma's earthly bidding I'm going for the jugular I'll catch you if you run I'm the master of finding hidden things because I used to be one
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Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 8:45 PM UTC
When hidden things become seen
i'm skittish like a mouse i can easily dissappear i'll skirt the floorboards and live off crumbs keep you guessing if i'm even here smoke and mirrors drape the room a good magician never tells their secrets lover, i was raised for this born and bred and will die in trenches the seer says there's ghosts in here i've been on a haunting spree salt circles can't save you this time the truth won't protect the guilty it's an all-out zombie apocalypse corpses of past-versions of me resurrected from the ground to complete Mother Karma's earthly bidding I'm going for the jugular I'll catch you if you run I'm the master of finding hidden things because I used to be one
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Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 8:45 PM UTC
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