B.R. death the kid style

Is this the real life?
Is it just madness here?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from death city
open your soul
Look up to the moon and see
I'm not a poor boy, a freak of symmetry
Because I'm here to ride, here to walk
Liz is right, Patty's not
Anyway that witch goes, doesn't really matter to me
To me
Maka
I killed a kishin
Put my twin guns to his head
Pulled the triggers now he's dead
Maka… life has just begun
But now I've gone and messed in all that space
Makaaaa oooh
Didn't mean you cry
If crona's not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if there was no more madness
Too late, black*star has come
Send shivers down my spine, that I fight him all the time
Goodbye everybody, we've got to go
Got to fix that paint I moved just yesterday
Makaaaa oooh
I just wanna die
Sometimes I feel I didn't fold my squared paper

(guitar solo)
I see a little silhouetto of black star
scaramouche. Scaramouche, will you even that candle

thunderbolt and lighting very asymmetric to me
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Figaro-they're the thompsooooooooons
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