Balloon Tethered To a Rock
Attackers clap
Masquerade of busy motion
I'm a rock under the sun
Centrifuge to the spokes and gears
All hero's plunder and pull
Headless vikings with no role
Greasy drug addicts, coarse and bold
Where sagitarius runs her fiery fleet
I'm still dedicated on a one way street
Can't alter this marching bull
Come hectic, come dancers smashing
In the morning, we'll all take up our role
At night singing the stars off their perch
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