heavy smoke inside my lungs I've had enough of thorns in crown bitch, enjoy im going down I look like highest man in town
creepin people with my black eyes im picture of world in vice dig into my void i promise you'll find yourself and love it take a look at our worn shelters they're rotten in vain pleasures treasures i collected blindly are the only thing that binding me
up with a fuckin hope that people can be taught up to a fuckin rope coz doubt got its talk
find me im layin there i have been left nowhere find me i always been the reason of own sins