Please, don't let me fuck with it
Don't let me carry my cross again
Don't even call then bad spirits
You're all scared So what will I get?
Mistaken life of lovely suffering
Should we believe we're saints that live downtown?
Don't ever, ever ever trust me
Please don't do it again, it's better for you
Don't you pay me brief visits
I can't take them anymore
It starts with you, we're sad for being here again
Don't know what's wrong
But it's a simple matter of time
We know it's a simple matter of time
We're mad for being sent to drain
Confused with thoughts
and blending dirts in pots
Don't ever push me again
Not even fake the monsters from my head
The walls were built so fastly
But crumbled down faster
The scars of truth
Let us all mad for being here again
We're here again
Expecting the next
We're here again
Blending dirts in a pot