[Verse YUSUF PYRUS]

Pushing to the elm tree corpse

Laying dead, bodies in the sewage

Loop, praying to the dead, the monster

Dwell underneath the house of the sad

Sorrows of tomorrow still lies in my bed, spirits of angels my demon Is upset , she looking for love

She never understand, this life and

Rhymes is resurrected from The dead, and everybody tryna be

Somebody else, hide your fucken face

In the tears of the wealth, and never trust

A man who never love himself. Am not

God, am not real, i still struggle with self

And that real, battle of the night, the moon wept tears. The last samurai rose in tears, humanoid .