Don’t seem to want to stop, don’t seem to want to quit

[?] again again in this [?] mosh pit

It’s extremely easy to place me and please me

But never attempt to faze me by [?] my plan

I’ve already killed a man, don’t get me started [?]

Fleeing on a rapid the hellish well of our currency

[?] Glasgow when no one was running

Now it’s 3 in the fucking morning

I’m making jokes about this is my afternoon

I’m writing lyrical delusions of being a rapper soon

Resembling the feeling like Quasimodo

Even if I [?] over frothy solos yeah

Mr. [?], me and [?]

[?] and soon sent [?]

Ferocious on the mic, spitting all kinds of [?]

[?], getting better and better every night

A deer caught in headlights, truck driver’s head collides

Two men [?] soon to be fucked by a train

For every man, he must meet his destiny

But if fate don’t exist in me, then where the hell am I sent to be?

Left to breathe, I’m supervising the galaxy within [?] headphones so I can write [?]

But that’s what [?] as a human race

Just two fat truckers getting [?] by a train in the face

Nice

Nice