How?,
The dark state.

How?,
Shitting off the porch I look back in a dark.

Now I'm on the run from the constant I've been run.

Every bone from my hand so so little gone.

I don't even know where my feet are.

I'm made of fire.

And I'm just Routy to all.

Oh, been too powerful ain't it's awesome and fuck.

If you don't agree,
get hit by a truck.

What I've been performing is just like a joke.

I don't want the fame,
I just make the footbugs.

I met the president,
he gave me a quick ready.

If I was his foot,
I'd get back shot society.

Oh,
we are far.

There's my legs.

One, two,
oh.

Thanks for the steak.

Good night.