3 acessos
We'll skip through the park
Maybe we're thoughtless in deeds; we'll explore like we do
I'm Lewis, you're Clark
Making amends with me, ceding inordinate rules
When you see me forming into your twin
I know you'll switch to one who's holding the pin
There in your white lodge Shining & clean
This is your nightmare up on the screen
We'll secretly talk
Blinded by motive, repeating your token refrains
I'll brazenly mock
All of your family's needs to be torn at the seams
When you see me storming into your lair
You'll be so terse, in fact, you won't even care
There in your white maze, frozen & green
This is your nightmare up on the screen