The white ink bleeds into the black feather casket

A bombshell buried in the schematics of that helpless pile of junk

Yeah, the birthmarks didn't get here without a few pay cuts

But the commissary's comfortable in the ashes in the slums

What, did you really think i forgot all that crap about robin hood you'd been spouting since the bridge collapsed?

Those writings are illegible to those it concerns, and as far as I'm concerned they mean nothing