I don't know what would happen if my head explodes
If they would pull the cart or throw in the towel
But I have a mosquito that bites me all the time
An executioner who, so I don't cry, slits my throat

A skin so thin that cottons flay me
A blacklist where my brains sneak in
Area where white dove never flies
Chernobyl and its elephant's foot fall short for me

Who am I going to fool
If you take me out of sorrow and I can't write even a beat
Maybe this is the price and not going through the altar
I'm full of emptiness, but at least I have meter

I said it before
You don't know how much it hurts to do business with death
Leaving you breathless begging it to take you
Like a complete selfish person who doesn't know what he has

Give it back to me, give me back, give back
Give it back to me, give me back, give me back
Give it back to me, my time, my time, no, no, no

Give it back to me, give me back, give back
Give it back to me, give me back, give me back
Give it back to me, my time, my time, no, no, no
Give it back to me, give me back, give back
Give it back to me, give me back, give me back
Give it back to me, my time, my time, no, no, no

I've opened the bark and today my mind is in the air
And even though it's exposed you'll never see a "For Sale"
I have no reviews because no one thinks of
Visiting my gloomy avenue of disaster

You call me insensitive, you call me coward
I'm a free bee, God save me from the swarm
Don't you see that there's hardly anyone left in that cage?
I'd rather starve than eat your birdseed

It's like
Intervening a suicide
Who has no other way out
No one sews the wound, he eats his guts, drinks his urine

One foot on the platform and the other in adrenaline
Tell your cousin, neighbor or friend
That no one jumps for attention
Rome didn't want to end in ruin

The complex could, the anger could
The spite could, I lost my mind
You are the current, I'm a drifting boat
I'd rather die during the day

I'd rather die during the day
The night my faithful fencing companion
The only woman I would kill for
Even though in the open air it's icy and cold

It makes me feel so mine
It makes me feel so mine
It becomes a sin to have melanin
That I live my way without hypocrisy and

I said it before
You don't know how much it hurts to do business with death
Leaving you breathless begging it to take you
Like a complete selfish person who doesn't know what he has

Give it back to me, give me back, give back
Give it back to me, give me back, give me back
Give it back to me, my time, my time, no, no, no
Give it back to me, give me back, give back
Give it back to me, give me back, give me back
Give it back to me, my time, my time, no, no, no

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