Wasn't money and power
To make me immune
From death, no less
I sent it a threat
As I sip islay
From a crystal goblet
I sent it a threat,
The sky was mine
To hold me up
I didn't know
The sky would drop,
Oh wicked death
I sent you a threat
I sent you a threat.
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