The lies unfold In the cold His chest up The lies get souls That's the step up His best dump, his last stumped Stumbling bye bye His rhythms his chorus Couldnt afford dumps Gotta unfold his chest up Gimme any and hold all reasons He lept up A gated a way to enter Take the suburban No class his chest dump Silvers a silent night Shoulders fly but not that desk huh
One more entered fine But how's about going out While I'm alive
Some letters fall Some inklings buy That night was mine
The songs music I derived that ink from That's all that can be inked from the mold breathes the ink
Housing conditions Unsanitary standards of legislation corrupt officials buildings and the population violated by uncivilized assembly