See my rooms all I see now, I stare at the ceiling and wonder if there’s any point of competing no bitch not your season, unless you mean autumn that clique steady falling so leave it to me they crawling to I(eye) so I’m planting the (see)d dispersing my clones to get rid of this scene they moving in unison sending my units in writing a eulogy last that they heard of em sip on that drink watch em drop like a cult why he so fucking cold think he made out of snow where to go when you see em and you all alone last thing you see before sending you home
Last thing you hear before last breath is gone last thing you feel fore you notice you’re done(X2)

LOOK AT MY EYES SEEMS THEY REALLY CANT TELL I DONT FUCK WITH THEM MAKE EM DISPEL WATCH EM CHOKE ON THE SPIT AND THE SHIT THEY DROP KNOW THIS SHIT REALLY WILL NOT END WELL IM ON THE ROAD TO THE TOP WITH MY FOOT ON YOUR HEAD AND YOU FUCKED IF YOU THINK THAT ILL STOP