Hi
Scars, in you, son
You shrug it off

Except that you don't

Better, it surely

It don't fall out
Said,
I live low

I lisp, i die
Sugar shooting
Bled with deadbeats

Only crawl
So your sad eyes
Quite christian

Blood

Drop it, it's dead

We drop it
And took the body home
Sad eyes


Scars, i'm chopping dagger
See you'll never walk

Only stagger.
Sad eyes
Quite christian

Blood