We talked about making it I’m sorry that you never made it and it pains me just to hear you have to say it You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated I see the wires pulling while you’re breathing yo knew you had a reason, It killed you like diseases, and i can hear it your voice while your speaking…you can’t be treated. Mr. know it all had his reign and his fall, at least that is what his brain is telling all
If he said help me kill the president I’d say he needs medicine, Sick of screaming let us in Wires got the best of him all that he invest in straight to hell straight to hell
He told me i should take it in listen to every word he’s speaking the wires getting older i can hear the way their creaking as their holding him i could see it in his jaw all he ever wanted was a job he tells me to be raw admits to me every little flaw that never let him sit upon the top won’t tell me to stop thinks that i should be a little cautious i can tell the wires were pulled
If he said help me kill the president I’d say he needs medicine sick of screaming let us in wires got the best of him all that he invested in straight to hell straight to hell
trouble in believing i just started seeing light at the beginning of the tunnel but he tells me that I’m dreaming when he talks i hear his ghosts everything they say to me i just pray the wires aren’t coming here…