It's called a lack of respect for the ones who deserve,
Bitter sweet flavor of the blood within your mouth,
The clash of dirt on your rotting teeth,
You're so willing,
You're so willing.

Crooked finger bones and red patterns
Are not the ticket out-
So get off your knees and clean the hell up!

For I now see that you're all wasting away.
Did you expect me to be the one to pull ahead?