Over and over again I have died from many
Over and over again they have cried 1 sibling
Alone a mastermind
So gone there back from ones of many
No phone I\'m going
You are calling your phony\'s
My presence is Growing
You heart is flowing
You call your friends
build up a plan
Alone 1 by 1 I\'ll put you in the sand
Again, and again hunting
hurting
Your pride of the man
Back
Again
You fan
Couldn\'t master your masters\' plans
Keep listening to your friends
Maybe the ones to put you out where you stand
You couldn\'t accomplish with your family
Let reoperate find out his plan b
Coming While planning? a master you can\'t stand me
Should\'ve accomplished what you tried to do for the fate of the family
Thought you were tough or guess it\'s my luck
No charges you fuck
Come back alone
A ghost that you grew
See? through your eyes?
Look alive? I do