lyrics:

Weather couldn’t speak, she was bound in the leather seat

Anxiety was coming up, can the violent ting be warming up?

Suprisingly, something let her out of her styrofoam chains

And the night she went running, bye-bye, old mane

After she was transformed into a 1880s general

Sad for her, banned forms bit into her mentors dome

She went crazy, says the locals in the village

That she lived in, bitches be sinning, that was her

Entire philosophy, hey now, don’t get mad at me

The tragedy has ended, fallacies have split in

The population, temptations have occurred

Hop your patience, send patents to your nerds

Religious cults, weather knew it all

From dice.org to heavens gate and sites from dorks, she knew her fate

Money is everything to her Honey, you’re not everything to her