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Run with your music, for its fire never dies. in its light, you can run forever, and not waste a breath run with your music, children, Let it sing to you in the night Run down the path of its living light Let its waters embrace you its spark never dies Currunt cum cantu enim non extinguitur. ignis in perpetuo liceat non animam lumine perdere currunt cum musicam nocte cantet tibi liberis decurro viam eius lumen vivere sit illius aquas te amplexábitur ejus scintilla non moritur

The Self Procedure: Test One. Mason Jacobs Throw yourself into the ocean.                                                                                  I Can’t Do it. Make yourself one upon many Who use it.                                                                                      No. Throw yourself into the water, And pretend That you aren’t drowning, Stay afloat And if you sink,                                                                                 I Would. Sink quickly. For if you have time to think Of the water Piling above your head,                                                                

The shadow of the Undertaker creeps across your floor. Go lock up all your children And paint blood upon your door. These hills are filled with whispers Of a man all dressed in black And the toll of death's kneel, He climbs from hell To drag some poor soul back That ol' bible speaks of angels Doing service unto the lord The Undertaker knows no master He drinks from any cup poured. Just as Banshees wail their warning That someone that same day will die The Undertaker states the same and I'll be goddamned if he tells a lie Some falsely say whippoorwills are the harbingers of death It's the Undertaker's murder of crows that'll seize your li