You're a gallon away from drowning yourself, but I don't mind.
It's what makes you, you.
You're a flame slick away from burning yourself.
We're not scared.
Cause you always bounce back.
Yeah, so promise me if we both die violently
that the blood dripping from our chin is a symphony.
And I'm a mile away.
From never turning around.
And living my life.
Rolling on gas fuel.
And I'm a second away.
From the record.
From the third time.
Four days spent.
Waiting in line.
Yeah, so bury me.
With my giant screen TV.
It's the. . .

Only thing. . .
That's been faithful. . .
To me.
Ryan smokes these days.
And Chad sleeps till four.
And Bob's still Superman.
Climbing buildings. . .




Walk up. . .
Hall.
And Ryan shaked his beard.
And Chad shaked his two.
And Bob's still on. . .
Spawn. . .
Hall.
Promise me. . .
. .
If we both die violently. . .
That the blood dripping from our chin is a symphony.
And promise me. . .
If we both live. . .
In infamy. . .
That our statues will cast. . .
A shadow on our. . .
City. . .