>>9979250I'm glad to hear
feeling like vlad tepeš
glancing his spear
my eyes set on that crystaline white powder
say high to your brother
I can't wait for sunrise
maybe I should keep a wake eye
I never know you know never I
speak as a squeek runs through my house
I'm looking under every nook and cranny for that goddamn white mouse
it's hard to rhyme as I feel so sublime
my eyes shutting down
but for a little bit I will stick around