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I can't help but to feel that I should singe through this world

Incinerating the virulence of the skies

Sinuous to any ignoble obstacles

Staying vindictive to the cause, with no minute resonance

I can't help but to play vigilante

I can't help but to fix the disaster

Wearing my ire like a silver badge

And plowing through these casualties

Sinuous to any ignoble obstacle

Staying vindictive to the cause, with no minute resonance

Sinuous, oh so versatile

I am your vermicide