Mai falls like a star at a feather's pace into my heart
With the dragon's weight
and police make siren sounds wind down my street to take
The breath from my lungs sweet
I tried so hard to cover up this taste,
it's like a sinner's constant fall from grace
I changed my name, my voice, my face
I k**ed my name, my voice, my pace
and antibiotics on the sixteenth day of Mai
I lost my will
Forms a new fate this reoccurring theme has k**ed my faith
IT's drowning me in stereo and waste
and all my bridges burn together
And now my city lights are turning down this thin white line
I follow blind, you tried to help me but I have to drown
Acts of faith the makeup on my sinner's face
I run so hard at absent pace to cover up this bitter taste of waste