BRUM
Says my sinus
DRUMS
Appear in skies
SOME
Say they can't find us
NONE
Are truth in our eyes
ONE
Truth is prime lust
RUNS
On diesel out
HUMS
And spits up fine dust
VRR
Makes my blood boil
DRR
It blows through soil
GRR
It flies through air
RRT
My monster truck is here
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