me I will never end up like them Tell me who will be left to save us When we can't even save ourselves [x2] A shell of a man Bled of every sentiment
kills me I will never end up like them Tell me who will be left to save us When we can't even save ourselves [x2] A shell of a man Bled of every sentiment
of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command a
