Текст песни
Punch that fucker with a baseball bat
(is there any reason why i should be sad that this just happened?)
Felt that rush after a sound attack
(there's no terror, we're forever, let me just be your own puppet)
I chugged a coffee; threw up right in to the heavens
What the fuck were you just saying i don't get it, i don't get it
I can imagine my new redesign
All the liquid on the floor will be red and mine
Your feet are fuckin' damp and it strikes three on the clock
Maybe this is the time that you rhyme you out the box
In moments like these i don't exist with a purpose
Maybe ill learn the truth or maybe i won't; still
Colder than your body when i'm laying by your side
Colder than the ground that we're buried inside
