Like a sparkling pinwheel of sterling silver chainsaws.
Give us razors, give us faith and leave us safe to hunt the demons.
Like a sterling pinwheel of sterling silver chainsaws, cascading through cardio procedures.
Doctors called it luck but others called it style.
And it's always innocent like rollercoaster fatality, like ghosts in the snow.
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