Violence in the way you wave,
I’ll kill you with my daisy chain
Like oh my god, I think you’re sick, I think you’re rude
I feel it when I’m watching you
And you should rot, don’t touch me like you know my name
An act of God, you’ve made claim
Before I spoke, I’m friend, you’re my age
I’m I’m you should know
I’m I’ll hold you like mother
then you in the gutter
when under
wouldn’t be
the hold the it’s over
I like I that you’re runner
when under
wouldn’t be
Violence in the way you speak, you look at me
Am I type?
who play the I’m stolen in way
I’ve spite
Growing in the of scores
I’m tabs you push you pull
And I’ve they know that
I’m I’ll hold you like mother
then you in the gutter
when under
wouldn’t be
the hold the it’s over
I like I that you’re runner
when under
wouldn’t be
the applause
the curtain