Incognito
To be given a name in error
We create fame with terror
It's all the same to others
Why not tame the mothers
All the lame fathers
We became brothers
Seek the dame out to speak
Reek no pain about the leak
We're all sain shout for the meek
Do no feign pout lore my peak
Here comes the rain doubt their trust
Of all my bane route her bust
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