KMS

I wish I could kill myself, but I'm way too high right now

My razor blades talk at night, they're whispering among themselves

I feel the way they stare at me, drooling like a dangerous breed

Perverted thoughts of helping me, intentions of my enemy

But I'll I rock out to the beat and the vibes in my feet act like nothing is bleak

Act like it's worthless to me

Act like it's nothing to me

me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me

It's Mr. 1-800-I'm at your doorstep coming for your soul, so you better get focused

Burning like a flame, Johnny Storm couldn't hold me