Lyrics
A foul mouth is snacking on
A foul-mouth is indulging in
Ogling snitches from lemming burrows
Watching informers from conformist hideouts
And at last would a furrowed brow ruffle so gently
Finally, would a worried expression disturb so gently
And at last would a courage tap pour so swiftly
Finally, would a burst of bravery flow so quickly
And at last could a mouse hurry so swiftly
Finally, could a timid creature rush so swiftly
Stomping on land, I am a hound
Repeated affirmation of being assertive, unique, and standing out
I am a class of my own
-Stomping on land, I am a hound
-I am a class of my own
-Stomping on land, I am a hound
-I am a class of my own
-Stomping on land, I am a hound
-I am a class of my own
-A riverstone of my own
Reiteration of possessing one's own unyielding resilience (like a riverstone)
A riverstone
-A riverstone of my own
-A riverstone
-A riverstone of my own
-A riverstone
-A riverstone of my own
-A riverstone
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
Repetition emphasizing an intense aversion or contradiction, where the sun, symbolically representing something powerful or authoritative, despises its own essence (light), hinting at an internal conflict or self-loathing
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
-The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
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