Who the hell are you to tell me What to do, why to do, why bother? Leech in a mask of virtue Such waste, to ever think of you again.
Hey Judas, your christens was our love. Hit and run, you're be done. Never sorry, never wrong, More, more, more, more, more.
Master Passion Greed Master Passion Greed
"Hello, how are you? Let me explain one thing. All for her and more for me. Why is it so hard to see? I see no sense in doing this, Not enough for me, I fuck up everything but let me explain."