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Hear the sounds of drag and queen,
skeleton fingers across the seems, the folds in your dress the one you thought best would fit the horrid scene.

Evil is one but mean is just two, together forever to embody you.

Crimson a color, one to describe the hope and the sorrow throughout all our lives.
Dive with me down to the deep, a mocking anger in our sleep, the tears to flow and soon to come, the rage inside of everyone.

Hold your breath for here we are never too close yet never afar...from our musician death.