I can shoot through the loopholes, I daresay, better than anyone
You best leave this neck of the woods to us
Faster than the speed of gasoline, it will seem like an alien poison
You've all had some
Fetishist 4 the Dickensian, it's unstoppable what I've got going on here
The cosmos shellacs itself in celestial light, and their dreams, they channel mine
Enter the magma
I will wield technologies that can do what now cannot be done
Puny drones, you can't touch this. Do I stutter
Fetishist 4 the Dickensian, it's unstoppable what I've got going on here
She would look hot guiding an oxcart with stringy hair, answers to "you, there"
She would look hot scrubbing the wash, tears in her frock, with dirty hair
Fetishist 4 the Dickensian