I got a recipe for typical catastrophe so don't you fucking look at me or you'll bleed
Because it's harder to walk away without your teeth, without a say, so save it for another day and you'll burn.
El bait, el bait
Legend shows that this beholds a cliché of a tale untold of people who say they've seen better days
We had a chance to live in bliss, a shame that it turned out like this, why do all my routines have to grow so old?