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Say three words and I'll turn back. I'm consumed by this feeling, this wild excitement, I burrow deeper and fly faster, breaking through the stratosphere of the most complex ideas. I'll break away for a moment and then explode. You have so many plans, I'll follow the plan, I'll falter in the topic, and then everything will be over. A lost world is burning to the ground! The path is not clear, I'm clearing it. The turbines are clogged and meaningless for a long time. The windshield on the road is shattered to pieces. This is my manifesto for this world! Say three words and I'll turn back. I'm consumed by this feeling, this wild excitement. I burrow deeper and fly faster, breaking through the stratosphere of the most complex ideas. We are pent up, forgotten, pierced through, savagely battered by electric shocks, in a pen, a sore subject, for someone this will be an example! Say three words and I'll turn back. I'm consumed by this feeling, this wild excitement, I burrow deeper and fly faster, breaking through the stratosphere of the most complex ideas. (e-e-e-e....oo-oo-oh a-a-a-ah!) Wrong turn, we're frozen in the stream, I create roads from blood and pain, the gas tank is punctured, the house explodes, a fire starts and this wild flame!!! Burn, burn, burn out! Take, set fire, explode and suffer! This is what Paradise looks like! This is what Paradise looks like, you choose it! Say three words and I'll turn back. I'm consumed by this feeling, this wild excitement, I burrow deeper and fly faster, breaking through the stratosphere of the most complex ideas. (e-e-e-e....oo-oo-oh a-a-a-ah!) (Burn out!!! This is Paradise!)