this is real, five hearts of steal, pouring and beating
we are whole as one, from nothing we will become and make our way
you are the broken wheel of regression that is holding and reporting a disclaimer to our name
and foul spoken words of dishonesty
your babbling mouth spits the blood from chewing on the tongue of your idol
so when it comes to you and I and our friendship I just don't have the time
the time to waste on you
the time to associate with you
so hold your breath baby and you wait for us to come around,
because we waited too long for you
a wind carried conversation and its only getting better baby
don't wast your breath
his name, your fame, your ticket to stardom
I would kill myself in the end to watch you die one thousand times again and again
(you should kill yourself from nothin we wil become and make our way)