Don’t leave now, you’re all rushed

We know you’re selling Art

I’d rather work on My Trophies

I can’t imagine my false debate

Bring how many Horses, Kill herself

That treating after pony That dark after dark

Galloped Axe Frey separates all illusions –Black Horse

Pony after pony Who does that anymore?

Dropping all these ponies on ’em Who drew the facts on ’em?

Dropped and hidden– Better to keep your Tongue Better keep the way I’m going to show you