RRrrrrrrrrrr...
Pull the trigger,son of the tiger.
It's a day to be remember.
Revealed deepest desire,to cut uncontrol wire.
Not kind of a trial,but my spirit burn like fire.
Deceit of September,isn't an Oktober.
Im a splinter,much closer to a Rockstar invader.
Im no kind of soldier,but sure I'm no defender.
With an army of brawler,I face the world in the deceit of September.
Sang a sonata in the middle of December,my heart colder than a winter.
I always love my mother,she kept me warmer..
In the middle of September..
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