Gothic gave me a pose, monsters gave me a mob. I throw straw overhead, yet farming is my job.

I have witnessed every bad hair day, and kept every secret to myself.

What has no weight, can be seen by the naked eye and if you put it in a barrel, it makes the barrel lighter?

I hold the whole universe in a pane of clear glass, Stealing your moments as your lifetime walks past. What am I ?

I may be intangible, I may be physical, and at this point, you may be quizzical; But many things are sounds as well as objects. Onomatopoetic, right? You get my logic. Ariana, she made a song about seven But as soon as your effort is turned up to eleven, The logo’s just six? What’s that about? But I mean, these athletes don’t have as much clout.