It was fucking 2019. You left me in the middle of the storm. Now I see clearly, I remember where you come

from. You keep talking, so what? You keep talking about shit. You find me totally changed. Finally with

fucked head and disorder run far away because I'm unchained, I'm committing yet another murder. Again

and again and again. I'm not going back, don't expect nothing; tired of giving up, to be by your side, you will

remain branded for the rest of your life.