Music To Be Murdered By plays
Little Engine - record spinning
My mind minding its rhyming
Hammering loud, beating my timing
Driving me insane like horse mane
Running through Maine in vain
As they claim to tame my name
And complain when I Kamikaze
Aeroplanes into Astral planes
Because they're so plain & lame
It's never the same as the first
Time I came to train, then came
Running trains on the world's pain
As I watch through the window pane
And talk to the clocks on my wrist
Watching my watch the clock hands
Making fists, throwing fits
Taking hits & getting lit 'til
All you see is me, "I Am" frees
Higher than trees, I paid my fees
[5 November 2023 Alfred Edition]
"Music To Be Murdered By" playing
Little Engine, record §pinning as
My mind minding rhyming's rhythms
Hammering loud, beating my timing
Driving Me N§ane, like horse mane
Now running through Maine, N vain
As they all claim to tame my name
And then complain when I Kamikaze
Aeroplanes N2 Astral planes & all
Because they're so plain and lame
For, never the same as that first
Time I came to train, & then came
Running trains on ñü∿world's pain
As I watch through my window pane
So He talks to clocks on my wrist
Watching mine watch's clock hands
Forming fists, throwing fits then
Taking hits when getting lit 'til
All Ü can C B Me for "I Am" frees
Now high as trees, I paid my fees
♡Sugar☆World☮ 