how can you judge me when you can explain yourself
stuck a dead body in the ground after taking forty from the shelf
safe from environnement with sacrifices always neglected
one day you'll realize the fake life you've been infected
looking for quick injections when the question arent answered
the blistures never amount to the empty pen and the filthy scriptures
intertwinned between good and evil show obvious effects near the end
whether alive or dead, one wont find the thoughts in my head