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The Phoenix is My Keeper


They think I'm stalking them just like a creeper,
but really I'm like Jean Grey
and The Phoenix is my keeper.
Telekinetic and telepathic please believe it,
I don't wanna show my power
I'd like to keep it a secret.
So when I have that perfect timing
let's just pretend,
that really all in all it's just a coincidence.
And one more thing:
please don't ever lie,
cause I don't want to be forced
to have to read your mind.
I have the power of a key to unlock brains like chests,
you can try and do your best
and fight like all the rest,
sooner or later though
your brain will be a mess.
Once I'm done with your mind
I'll switch to your body.
Make you dance like a puppet
I'd bet you'd wanna claw me.
Show through Telekinesis what it means to be god.
The climax is coming to thicken the plot.
I wave my hand in the air gesticulating,
no I'm not crazy, no I'm not raving,
you'll see in just a second
what I'm actually doing baby.
Helplessly you hit the ground hard as bass,
make you soar across the room,
all the over the place.
Excuse me dear let me offer my condolences,
oops what am I saying this will never end.