Gaming with life
Tasting the bridge because it is over
Four brother died over Miss 4 leaf clover
So lucky they thought..
They had her in their hands
Spinning her mind around as if it was the ceiling fan
It wasn`t the heat that turned her on
It was that micro-virus that made the family moan
On the death of their behave
A true story
So please don`t laugh!!
Take a key to the wise and open the path of knowledge to the matter of the gray cortex
Did you really know the person before you made them that Midnight X
Four brother died over Miss 4 leaf clover
So lucky they thought..
They had her in their hands
Spinning her mind around as if it was the ceiling fan
It wasn`t the heat that turned her on
It was that micro-virus that made the family moan
On the death of their behave
A true story
So please don`t laugh!!
Take a key to the wise and open the path of knowledge to the matter of the gray cortex
Did you really know the person before you made them that Midnight X
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