Rip out my insides, show me as I am

(Shut the fuck up, you motherfucking bastard)

Kill the lights off tepid lives

Right cerebrum: split by the dotted line

When I grow up, my dreams will dine

In dinner scenes where the fine print dies

Doling out

Maps for your ride

Don't let out

Don't blur their eyes

Who has time to spend unconvinced that we're all gonna die?

Begs the difference

A question tells (Me)

Lеt me out (Check, check, chеck)

From the in (Check, check, come in)

Break me down (Check, check, check)

Original sin

Come in, come in, go

How's that?