Cant say I have been this alone,

Have you found an empty home,

Any chance to show something real

No, then this is all I can feel

To the girls who are fucked,

And not to mention fucked up,

Everyone has been out of luck

How killers turn to victims

A victim with a decision

No multiply just a division

Rolling laughing playing a mute

Along a now there’s nothing more rite

Holding hands as lips bite.

Against teeth and its all a fight

Nothing ever good or rite.