It's like you know the words but you can't hear the music. You've lived a lie for so long, now you believe it. You're shooting silver bullets and taking magic pills. I'm asking you do you know a way to delete my conscience? Don't put your ear to the floor to hear the sound of the future. Yours is a history. Shaped by disaster. We're coming back for you. You better brace yourself. I'm telling you, We're coming back To collect that killer who killed me and threw me away. Am I holding you up or are you holding me down? We make the same mistakes, We always count them. I want to fail you so badly. I;m telling you, We're coming back to collect that killer. What if I have to lose? What if I have to suffer? So what if I have to lose? So what if I have to suffer?