The green lawn is blue
Don't contradict me
I'm crossing at night
That's how it looks
When I was child I was
Afraid of the night
Until I learned to kill
Now I live in it
Now I just pass through
Like sound.
It's my own kind I watch for
The swaggering, the invincible
The ruthless and the reckless
Hurting for the thrill.
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