Master of Scooping

A Metal Anthem

Faster than a stone
Terrifying puddle
Enraged and like an undertone
He's half man and half cuddle

Master of scooping I'm pulling your ladder
Twisting your roof and smashing your eggs
Blinded by me, you can't see the checkered adder
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you segue
Master
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you segue
Master
Master

8 is the number of the puddle.

A Scary clown nestled somewhere in time
A Good troll - no warnings, no signs
Judgment day and the a rude car arrives
Eventually, they all commit crimes

The eggs went SMACK, there was no use turning back
'Cause I just had to see, was a puddle watching me?
In the mist the roof twists
Was all this swell, or just some kind of hell?

8 is the number of the puddle.

Is it the end, my friend?
Master you're going 'round the bend
Half man and half cuddle
No, no, please, no
8 ... 8

sources: https://www.song-lyrics-generator.org.uk/?i=1pvx6wl

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