I don’t understand what’s coming
But the door chain was already on
I hate everything soft and weak
The body is dirt to be washed off
But the door chain was already on
Where do you want to stick it?
The body is dirt to be washed off
But they won’t
Where do you want to stick it?
You’re allowed to ask me
But they won’t
That bush is killing me.
You’re allowed to ask me
I hate everything soft and weak
That bush is killing me.
I don’t understand what’s coming