Was he badly mistaken or guided As he wondered his valley built in silence He'd cover his face to speak as he chewed off his finger, to the bone The haze of his coloured days That march of content as his dignity splits to unveil His bitter sweetness The town would shudder and stare At his presence with a single glare As he makes his way through The local square And he says to them 'Your a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance' 'Your a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance' Annoyance Hang the cyst Hang the cyst Hang the cyst The first time in pace or in math Was at the sight of his wilting noose And the chance will soon reduce to an angry silence He escaped in the shock of the snap His wonderful vanishing act Was a spectacle but not what anyone expected The route was planned as much as the broachpin dagger The route was planned as much as the broachpin dagger Catch the cyst Catch the cyst Catch the cyst Catch the cyst
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