This Conversation Wears Me Thin, I Never Lie I Just Pretend. For All You Know Theres Nothing Here True. As One By One We Come Unscrewed.
Your Loosing Your Head.
My Baby Died Care of A Blackened Heart, He Mixed Blood With Cocaine and He Shot It Up. He Ties Limbs With Snake Bones and Never Gets Bitten, He Plays Out His Life Baby's Book Has Been Written (Woh Ho)