How was your trip?
I have an itch
Dig deep inside
Commit a crime
Freak show, felt it
Confirm xanax
She talks, you cry
Grave digs, you die
Goth kid, that hurt
Melted, since birth
Calm down my son
I love no one
Group think, oil
The heart aches, boiled
This ends right here
I'll drive, you steer
Was someone, I am someone
When I die, I'll leave someone