Shredder doesn’t want to shred. He wants to love, instead. But he’s built an image of himself, and he projects it into the world as a pre-emptive defense; a suit of armor that protects him from suitors. Shredder, let go. Shredder, take off the blades. Shredder, it gets better. Read the lyrics below and follow along with Shredder as he reveals the truth behind the mask. LYRICS: I hate the Turtles I hate April O’Neil But behind the mask Why does no one ask How Shredder, how Shredder feels? Why am I so an
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