You should know All that I say comes out from the mouth of a deadman I'm not one of those egomaniac sunglasses from the goth subway Laugh Choke Laugh I understand your despair, I'm only not interested You don't know the things I'm into That would make a monk out of you One day you're gonna look back And see the ghosts of your company It's not your fault These are the days when flesh and blood Are dangerous to touch I'm fine now I didn't bought my atheism with daddy's money We should listen to our mothers A little crime leads to another I'ts on the Bible: you can't trust your bro. I'm a shadowmaker and you need some light I've nothing for you, get out of my sight Run back to your goon squad and read it well: I'm no longer among your living pals.
