your future. You're the wound and I'm the suture. You're the magnet to my pole. I'm the devil in your soul. You're the pupil I'm the teacher. You're the church and I'm the preacher. You're the
. Unrivalled, will not appear again. It's the brightest star reborn, yes, indeed. Ah, using that smiling face. That "I love you" again. Now, everybody is lured and captivated by you. The pupil that you got. The
arm and pay homage, pupil. It's me, my honesty's brutal. But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though. For good at least once in a while. So I wanna make sure somewhere. In this chicken