Scars, in you, son
You shrug it off
Except that
you don't
Better, it surely
It don't fall out
Said,
I live low
I lisp, I die
Sugar shooting
Bled with deadbeats
Only crawl
So your sad eyes
Quite christian
Blood
Drop it, it's dead
We drop it
And took the
body home
Sad eyes
Scars, i'm
chopping dagger
See you'll
never walk
Only stagger.
Sad eyes
Quite christian
Blood