This isn't a comedy, it's a horror film.

People live, people die, and you better start.

RUNNING

I like to watch the sun back, cause I wonder why she can't even remember.

I'm sorry that I'm

I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm acting like this That story ironic that it started when kids get it And soon I wonder if there's angels under me

I'm feeling it out hard and I know she likes me Gonna press her dead body to fucking hide me Gonna have a little mess till the way she looks at me

Last time, baby, you were so pretty Romantic god, bitch, I want you back in my life Pass me a kiss and see how I smile

High self-esteem, are you fucking scared?

I can't do shit and it's all your fault

The sun is on the earth today

In my soul

She wants to die, think I'm gonna help her She does just fucking cry, like she wants to stop her Cause I wanna fuck, she can't even remember Oh, she looks like a killer in the cellar I fucking doubt you said I wanna blow my fucking head

All this shit is killing me right now I think I have been fucking realist