Released on April 15, 2014

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[Verse 1: Monoxide]

Sometimes it could be much harder

When you feel like you’re becoming a target

Gotta embrace the bullseye and

Let em all know that they're looking in a mind of a monster

Looking for anybody who wanna regard this

I don't want any money I wanna leave em heartless

I just wanna tell them if I had it my way

You'd never have a motherfucking heart to start with

Let's go! Can anybody show me the way to my soul

Keeping it wicked in every way that I know

But I get lost, like a missed toss, and the ball goes out the window

Not a motherfucking role model

"We don't die" it'll be the only motto

'Bout to break down everyone of you ho's

I make sure the world knows who's weak and hollow

I'm a beast to follow, let it all looking for a beat to swallow

It'll be 52 weeks tomorrow, since I started

My killin' the weak shit embargo

Hid em all in precious cargo, ego killer, wanna sleep like all go

Maybe I'll save the world tomorrow

But right now your time is borrowed


[Hook x2: Madrox & Monoxide]

Breakdown!

(I can hear em callin' I can't stop from fallin')

Someone save me now!

(I'm just so confused now, feeling used and let down)


[Verse 2: Jamie Madrox]

Feel it real in your heart, like it's ride or die shit

It's a cold ass world, better pack an ice pick

And bring it down to the depths of this

Over shadow respecting this

Expecting this to be conceited and heavenless

But never live, never settle again, any better when

Life's weighing my patience, making me feel hesitant

To have any real feelings that’s relevant

Blessed to never forget like an elephant

Don’t fit like shotgun shells up in the derringer

Amongst the square pegs feeling more like a cylinder

Swing to the symphony, metridone

And the musical gravitation are pullin' ya

Close for microphones and earholes are fitted with zeros

Or forked tongues waking the dead

Makin' some new foes, a simple stain

And permament pain on a mission to take the clear throat

Y'all know this attractin' hope

But the lack there of be the true scope but no rope

Scapegoats in sailboats soon become

Sinking ships with escape rafts for cutthroats

Stay afloat cause we back again, and we destined to crack heads

We defying the top ten, the rest can drop dead

There’s no stopping when the twins are infectin'

With Twiztid to the end


[Hook x2]