How will I breath in a burning room?
I'll probably choke to death.


I will turn to smoke
and soon everybody will forget about me.

While they forget, they'll breath me
and soon enough they'll die.

In the darkest parts of the boulevard
where all you heard where people's cries
where blood was dripping from the celling to the ground
you knew you had arrived. Home.

I'm the ******* person I know