Life's turmoil I'm burnt coils,
"Beat"'s the only thing that's loyal
In the maze there be a haze that phase the royal...brigades spoiled.
Shade of distain on my face I hate supporting weight
Shed layors from cake on a glass plate out on the cape
I'm bout ta break, but fate says I do it in style...
With a stanky mug...full grin sportin' kind of smile.
I'm in the dirt no denial, and my gold plate is nickle stained...
I'm fickle, an ashamed for my brains crave and caged rage.
I pave ways to brick walls and canyons wide n' deep,
Find me a bridge or chisle or ill die at nineteen