You wanna know just like before
Well I dont really think you need our f*cking explanation
For how we read and how we write
Too much of that is a social abomination
And death becomes your one reality
It's outta my hand what you think of me
Let's rip down this enterprise so
Why don't we wrong the right
Take two steps back and three more forward f*ck
All your lie and this bitch I cant afford
Too much is gone its such a waste
Too much of that now I f*cking lost my taste