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Half-hearted black-hearted rams Interstellar fugitives Doing their bit for the universal dam Coined is the black metal prairie Sharing your weapons Will it lead to its dullness Will you buy better ones? Will they be forlorn? Will you need a receipt, bounty hunter? Your trade eventually took you to Swiss alps Carefree void of everything, then might High watcher; inner fear of scalping edges This and these Tear jerking calamities Stuffed tightly with earth-like fears Solemn shit no one hears Prairie seems like a good choice now The crimson sky is the limit Although chances ahead are scarce The racket is rigged as you die From Letras Mania