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Before my R.I.P
you could never find rest in my company
Square roots never equal just three
Only threes repeating
Tres' company
A line to cover me
Yet suspended underneath
Entertainment was a request made
And I gave you my puppet string
Tres company
A sudden and solo R.I.P.
Gathered in groups, so people could see
They caused my trouble
Now they desire my peaceful
A secret they'll never tell you is that
they weren't always for my best
Tres' company
Who really really knows me
It's obvious my family ain't even know
Tres' company
In my R.I.P.
They'll receive no P.E.A.C.E
I bind them to the restraints of their free-thinking
They've taken pieces of me already
Disturbance is my revenge and my revenge is steady.
Who will be left in my company?
