Breakbeat, synthbreak, traumacore dovinte
FACETS

BUT WE'RE STILL THE BAD GUYS, RIGHT?

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TWO FACED, THREE-FAITHED
WHAT IS IT YOU WANT FROM US?
BONES SNAPPED, DOUBLE BACK
YOU SAID THAT YOU WANTED PAVEMENT AGAINST HIS HEAD
WITHOUT WONDERING WHY YOU'D WANTED THEM DEAD
IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, NO, MAYBE, BABY, SHE'S GONE
AWAY FROM EVERYONE, YOU, HIM, KIDD'S TRIPLE THREAT

SHOUT! SPRING, SUMMER, FALL
WINTER'S COMING, GIVE IT ALL
FOR HIM TO SAY IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT
BUT 'COURSE, MY LOVE, YOU TURN HIM OFF
JESTER-DISGUISED GENIUS COUPLED WITH HIS SHARP THESPIAN
CORRELATING THOUGHTS OF DOUBT DISTILLED WITH
COCKTAILS, FRILLS, A BLADE, AND HE WHO

DECIDED HE WAS DONE PUTTING UP WITH YOUR MANIPULATION, YOU FUCKING CREEP.

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LEAVE KIDS THE HELL ALONE