Where you go? Where you gonna you gonna hide? Look 'cause there's no one like you left
I can hear you, but I see you I what you want, but I wouldn't wanna be you, yeah I got the truth in the stating that reality is PM5K
Flame on, off, blood is in the veins Be strong, be strong, goin' through the Strain for some power, but the power ain't see What you gotta do with? What you be?
If you choose to hide then it's If you chose to then it's ridden Scoop up the bottom is right next to nothing You gotta yourself if you gotta blame something
born in the brain like a bad seed And when I scream God speed to Flies to the period right is the Strike the match, on
on yeah on Flame on yeah yeah
Jump on you skull 'cause the rain is gettin' heavy The furrier where was your face scarier ever before through the door and add that to another Yeah they wantin' more of your pain a strain
But myself, I still remain I create Now here is a man that wouldn't take it Ran it through your once, so I run it once more
If you choose to hide then it's If you chose to then its ridden Scrape up the bottom is right next to nothing You gotta yourself if you gotta blame something
on! Yeah! on! on! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
A profit a poet a you know it slow it down We goin' underground no time to reconcile super hero style Unbelievable, unbeatable people call me evil Though I will not be constricted by the Of then tend to smother
True force completely it's never You have a nice day please to meet me or hell I will accept out a scratch Never heard a word just a strike the match