I am just the handle on his sword
I can see you lion
You don't see my way
I can see the claw prints on the corps
I really don't by it
You grabbed them by the veins
You force them to want more
But it's getting boring
It's borrowed from our time
It dunks your head in confusion
Hear the world snoring
Fused projectors in our Mindz
I am just a handle to the blade
I can see you snarling
With new born in your bite
I can see your hooked in to there veins
Unsecure and guarding
What is hid behind your light
You force them to want more
But it's getting boring
It's borrowed from our time
It dunks your head in confusion
Hear the world's snoring
They fused projectors in our Mindz
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