I'm that noisy hearing knife,
when you're home alone
All this * in my head, yeah,
you don't wanna know
On your knees, begging for your life,
ain't my phone even phone
Till you don't, now you're gone, knife cutting straight Take the * phone,
hand full of pills Don't know what the * they for
Tell them bitches but you know the devil can't * know the do's
Darkness taking over all their souls,
don't * your camera
All the faces of the baddest twins that ever formed until you cried
The fire burns the devil down,
that is the question you've been searching
Steps of hell filled with the broken details
Copped it with no fuckin'
else
Bodies and heads in the metal cells
Look into my fuckin' eyes
Come face to face with the devil himself
Lots of luck to fit out
No air for me to breathe
No life to run to meet the darkness
This all I'm hopin' for * the guy,
hang him up Up on the fuckin' cross Cross,
execute this fuckin' life
It's a mess, nothin' left of them people
You don't know about them
A bit soon in this life you'll lift up
I'll be gone, nothin' left after last
And y'all keep just thinkin' you're walkin' a passage
Every second closer to your final message Undertake,
that's the other motherfuckin' message, bitch
Why is it covered in dust?
of that you can't be.