� � There's a fire in my chest, but there's no darkness around We settled the pain from the hellish hill Hellish cold, it's not winter for me There's so much *** in the world, I'm guarded by a semi-automatic gun Here are a couple of indigos, we made a mile, call me rich Jay There's a thousand roses on my chest, and so many knives in my back Demons behind the walls, Emily Rose I'm smoking cologne near the gas station, what's the smell of her hair? I'm a hot corpse, I need your brain � � � � � �
