Months drag by, Tons of faith lost. I never seen to see a light. Why did I stop? Why am I composed in this way? End today, End tomorrow, Blood and sweat has never mattered. Spinning in a city that's not mine. Google my way to God. There has been a lost connection.
Trapped inside of his gut Filled with lies and fries. Let see how he dies. Heart attacks. All from the flapjacks. He takes the hit, After each candy he bit. Let him die, Otherwise he will eat your pie. After another five pounds, He screams his own sounds. Let's face it, He really doesn't give a shit.
