the corridors in my brain, unforgivable and desolate ominous terrain makes it difficult and perilous i am lost and lord knows cold as ever, similar to what you call the north pole cold as a basement, choke in amazement death to anybody who hopes i don't make it it's harsh in the streets march to defeat, i'm the general in charge of the fleet it's fubar .. i'm insane yet intelligent death by horse, seperate your appendages i had a break through in medicine allowing titanium to amalgamate to my skeleton run away and march north i hold back anger until it culminates and stars form amigo i’m the best, i'm deceitful to the death your mom and girlfriend are equally impressed ..