This way is worse than I imagined
I would roll it backward
Tell this a mountain, so slick and steep
A secret this hill with no ground beneath
I'll send him the snow globe
Bittersweet
Before they took ahold
And shook so excessively
We'll wait by leaves and clearings
We've got traps set for each leg
We'll cover up every footprint grooves with blood that you spilt
We'll soak it all up within hours and minutes
While you brood over your final minutes
We'll set those traps if no one else will
You freezing cadavеrs are first for the killing
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