My mind flies wide eyes I cry for people that for the people that for the people that for
the people that die.
I expect a thing.
Why?
Try really nothing.
Why is that the thing?
Why do we die?
Where am I?
Where am I?
In the wrong time.
Wrong time.
Wrong time.
Oh, well.
One, two, three, four.
Ain't nobody dance no more.
Shit, I put up all my pants.
I tore them.
Now I'm out.
And I bet I see you lurking in the corner, you whore.
And your brain on me.
Your head and I'm a lord of we poor.
I can't afford to be bored.
And when I write, I want to hate you.
I'm bored of being bored.
I want to be yelling.
I be feeling, but I'm bored of being bored.
And I'm just willing all day.
I know it's just gonna be boring.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
I'll be ready.
