[whers]

During A Storm I Transform Into A Swarm That All Who Touch Mourn
Dust Is What I'd Be If I Walked Out At Dawn So Dusk Is A Must If I Wish To Perform
Even When Scarred With Holy Thorns Or When Clothes Are Torn
They Simply Regenerate As I Yawn...For I Have Grown Tired Of What I Desire
And Feel Scorned, Friends Are Long Gone, They Fade Away Like The Outro To A Slow Song
But You Never Forget Them Like Your Thoughts Of Your Unborn
Your Stature's Collapsin' When Facing The Everlastin'
The Main Attraction, I Bend Matter To My Will Like Dr. Manhattan When Rappin
Drain All Around Me Like Fammine, My Name Is That Of A Dragon
Acid Saliva Spit Fire Fly Higher Than The Millenium Falcon
Exceed Starships Through Eternal Darkness Like Tar Pits
I've Felt The Mammoths Hardship, Natural Selection AKA God Aiming At Targets
Drill The Heads Of Drill Sergeants For Not Saying Pardon...
Our Whole Squadron Own The Fucking Heart Of Tarzan
True Marksmen But Deep Down We're Wild Creatures, All Are Beneath Us
We've The Ability To Change Facial Features So You Can't Tell If You've Seen Us
Non-Belivers Are Dreamers Whose Minds Yern For Something Deeper
Something That Can't Be Tought By Your Priest, Scholar Or Teacher
The Darkside Of The Force Disigned To Blow Vessels Of Course
Untill They Feel Lost And Delve Into Magic Spells And Rebel
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