Lurking in the insecure
The brain of the weakest hoard
Spin the block
Paranoia
Sleepless nights
Clear confusion
Got consumed
By depraved fusions
They say not to blink when you get shot
They say not to blink when you get shot
They say not to blink when you get shot
"You're breathing in all the bad sh*t."
Arms for twisting
Brains to misuse
I can't keep my headache straight on the noose
Where's my face
Burning around
My skin is skinless
I'm losing my sound
My eyes are peeling
Out in the streets
I can't decide where my nosе to keep
Down in the powder
All in the sеats
Trying to find the last release
They say not to blink when you get shot
They say not to blink when you get shot
They say not to blink when you get shot
"You're breathing in all the bad sh*t."
What's up? What's up with you? Breath in all the bad sh*t
What's up with you? Breath in all the bad sh*t
What's up with you? Breath in all the bad sh*t
What's up with you?