Hot days, beating down,
burning my eyes,
sun is getting me down.
Dark nights, gonna clown,
burn in hand,
blood moon makes me frown.
I need a ray, not gonna lie,
need to make my day,
winter's come and I got the bye.
Turn two right? I'm gonna die,
Turn two kill hand,
infect killed me with just one guy.
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