I'll burst your purple bubble
Maybe I'll leave you hit the ground
Because of all the silly babble
You generously reel around
I'll meet you at the deadline
Turn you into a petty half- pine
There's a reason for each tempest
A burning want for every conquest
A thrill to kill, a will to spill
and bite and tear things apart
the spite- crash down the guard
I'll burst your purple bubble
Leaving you with pain and blinded eyes
Because of all the pretty babble
That is the noose for catching flies
I'll catch you at the deadline
Force you to my Valentine
There is a reason for each tempest
It's love-the burning conquest
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