-Explosion of the moment-
And with this splithing spread like all bare
I lift my face of red plaque
And I see tissues of my dear fellowes
No, it keeps remaining, like there`s
not the point to do it
What do I say, thry to conceive it?
No, a God spits on you.A god spits all over you
God fucks with trust.We`re all bilth to face the faith,
We`re not bilth to die.
I`ve been looking throu your eyes.And my faith resists.
With dire straits and my faith remening, let`s not skip on day
Thie eill my will oblige?
And there`s no way out.Not the one that I needed.
Just let them what you wont.Let them spit on you.
Let spits on whole lot of you.