"That's it"
Until my tensions
Feed me, I'm f**ing hungry
Degrade me
I want my gun back
Like the f**ing resume
Experience credentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights
Sitting inside
And you get sicker than another little pecker
Than a
Blasphemy
Hold me, I'm so pathetic
And study, all the sudden
Baby, suddenly find her
Daddy, exploring only
Like the f**ing resume
Experience potentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights
Sitting inside
And you get sicker than another little pecker
Burn me
It's to potentially grade me
I'm f**ing hungry
Feed me, the wells of comfort
Exzume me
I want my complex back
A wicked man
Picked off the scabs and fed them
To the pigeons
Help him, he is so cornered
k** him, your mercy who*e will
Lights are f**ing around with me
Experience potentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights
Really inside
And you get sicker than ahhhhhhh
Help me, f**ing hoses
Help me, until my tensions
Graise me, I'm really hungry
To gravy, I want my complex back
"Thank you and, good night"