Sharp Whistle
The tamed incarnation
The beauty of temptation
It tames privation
It tackles "innovation"
Sirens leap and stride
Keep ignorant your mind
Their songs speak magic
They allow the tragic
Fools are their favorite
They drown easier
Fools are their favorite
They tie their legs to rocks
Like angels descending upon armageddon
With bright lights hath their fury
That voice sings most true
Their white light do indeed...hath their fury
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