Scared Of Chaka My New One
i dont really give it any worry anymore i've already gone
and picked myself up off the floor bad predictions of a
lonely end with bloody wrists makes you wonder how your
optimism persists and demons sing its deafening weight on
his wings theres a part of me that never really bought it
all but he's living in a prison with a paper doll eyes
were open i just didnt wanna see a thing broken peices
everywhere and my ears still ring a blurry view i took
from you i must undo before the urgency all dissapears
under the hour record the murdering of us that made this
note turn sour we couldnt see
