Hi

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