They're Coming (Cumming)

They're coming (cumming)

to get me

I saw THEM last night

Dressed in variance

The Shades

"Give IT to US",

they indiscreetly screamed

Thought I wasn't listening

As they beamed

Tired I am

But not given up

They're running out of new ways

To make the cut

They're coming (cumming) for us

I saw them strike

Wrapped in changes

The Spades

"You'll never get away",

desperation's the rule

Thought that I would frighten

Now who's the fool

Tired I am

But not giving up

Always learning new ways

To stop the cut

They're Coming

(cumming, cumming)

I avoided their bite

Draped in shadow

The Snake

"You'll rue the choice",

they vehemently cried

Thought that I was dying

As I rose into the sky

Tired I am

But not giving up

Always learning new ways

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