Treating your days like a countdown.. Seconds pass by, waiting just to blow up,. And you get nothing done,. And this is what you want.. . Lost touch and,.
Thorn in, my side.. And you live just to pull me down.. Rusted, nail I stepped on.. This infection.. . Thorn in my side.. you're full,. I think so,. of anger..
Give someone some piece of your mind.. Shine it, shine what you've been assigned.. Has your identity sold out?. Sit in the back and make no sound,. this earth will swallow you down..