Break it down like you know it's loaded. I got it contemplated, I got a sickness to feed. So break it down like you're undevoted. Don't need a fucking motive, I hope you're ready to bleed.
No regrets, no regrets, we are. . Stand back give me some room to breathe. I think it's time to pour me another drink. You think you know but you ain't got a fucking prayer.