The program’s losing hold The Devil is turning cold In this heat he feels ahead Because he thinks we’re dead But he’s got fewer walkers than he thinks Pounding on thin ice he’s about to sink He’s hard at work while we lay back Let him overdo it and fade to black
Read More The Devil OverdosesYou’ve got questions But don’t want the answers You’ve got pressures But won’t fight the cancer I offer the elixir But you won’t drink it You criticize the mixer To live for your secrets I try not to disdain I don’t want to do that crime But yet I still feel the pain Of you […]
Read More Please Don’t Fan My FlamesHazy air chokes your lungs To push you toward liquid air To keep climbing the rungs Even if it seems no one cares You stay inside to dodge the heat Too many cooks in the woods Maybe you turn to an icy treat Stock up on your favorite goods But what of the […]
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Clay The Scribe 