I have a great view of what’s to come
Maybe this is it
Moving out my faith to the bad news
Only being good ‘cause I have to
If these walls could talk they’d tell me to leave
So young, so much to fear
Are you there god? save me I hate it here
Just please don’t forget about me
Me everytime I see a white tiger triumph 800
I’m still so strange and wild
This flesh has needs
Do you like to worship the rubber object from below?