The blood eye is a secret
The blood eye the blood eye
The blood eye is a promise
The blood eye is a lie
The blood eye is a secret
The blood eye the blood eye
The blood eye is a promise
The blood eye is a lie
We don't run away from what they have to say about luck
(I don't think I'll catch a break on this one)

Sick of my second skin
The grade of my favorite street
I got smoke in my tires
(I was the air in your tires)