Mad Scramble
Bound for glory
Though every story
Cut with gory seams
Who will miss me
When the scroll reads
Is that concession the quiet twin of greed?
Plenty of thanks to lead
Yet still
Up-and-at-’em mentality
Chasing the rabbit through the valley
Marching back
With a dinnertime rally
Return of the hack
Brazenly backed
Turning the dial
All the way to max
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