Riding home, dodged death because of foreign graces
A debt is owed, beats waking up to smiling faces
Waking up, out of bed and on the golf course
Numbers on my arm, death manipulated
She's an outsider dealing death with every glance
Her eyes a portal, his first of many to come
Walk her home, be ignorant of his conclusions
Life goes on, time is the delusion
Where is Donnie?
Left with choice to continue to burn down buildings
Someone else's voice and visions of wormlike predestination
Knowing your own death could prevent the rapid decay of
Life and happiness around you
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