The Muk, back and forth
Approaches from the dark
It approaches coming at you
Why doesn’t it stop
Side to side
Who or what, does it try to find
Butterfree, Caterpie
Nidoran, Nidoran
Waiting for the day that I can be alone
But then, I need somebody to help me breathe
The labyrinth, the spiral
Maybe one day, my electric one
Will I fly but I need to now
Bicycle, bicycle, auto-vehicle
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