Don't wanna feel you in my heart. Don't wanna see yyou in my dreams anymore. Don't need to hear you're doing fine. Baby I'm sure. . Don't wanna call you on the phone.
Descend upon the black night with deadly intentions. No light's left in the eyes of these expired henchmen. Beckoned back unto the earth from their festering place.
I know these streets and these backyards. This barn that's falling down. We come to where they're buildin' now. And ride our bikes around. . You think I'm just a little kid.