I split blood on my walk and I sped the fire.
I think about the moment when I was there.
And then I bend it all, nothing is worthless.
There're a lot of things I've always tried to tell you.
I lie, I lied...
I'd like to vomit on your tomb when I think in your dead, my small friend to see is to believe and I believe you're dumb.
You are on my way. I'm getting your good luck.
