yeah…

Summer's near the end, look at what you did...

I see blood upon your hands. I heard chances are a trick.

You gonna sell me on some false ends where you got something left to give?

"I'mma be a better man, I won't let the devil in"

Yeah, well I'mma wait 'til Slitterhead.

Take these drugs so I feel less: wrist slit on the opium

Pussy boys posing on the gram post with a blade. I know you can poke a blade inside my abdomen. I was the clinic. Bleed to death.

Resurrect... do it all again.

No.

Please.

I think that I feel sick.

I think that I feel sick.

I lived my whole life in fear

They put holes in the kids

FED on stroll with ideas...

Please.

I think that I feel sick.

I think that I feel sick.

… They’re gonna think that I did it. dress me up in them skins… pin me onto the slits they found in the girl's head (not to mention her chest). I think that I feel sick.

I can't feel myself.

I can't be myself.

I can't see myself in their eyes.

I'm just skin. Make the piggy's sweat drip. Crack his whip and take pick…

Look at what you all did.

This is what we gonna get.

yeah...