looked in your frame feel the stream god, it's crushing my head wanted love wanted fame got a flick on my face dive for shell got you hell and thoughts you'll never tell keep it up cut me up crusifying myself myself... (x3)
seem other times after night only ruining yourselves melting lines makes in signs pictures stuck in my head wanted more tournament teasing you kind of brains why would you end so high and crafted you failed you failed (x3)
stopped by the pressure of time running after my fate thought of all up we've missed span everything with me fake it all through the life poison vial - your lies tracked me down at your end and makes me want you hide to hide (x3)