I split blood on my walk and I sped the fire.
I think about the moment when I was there.
And then I bend it all, nothing is worthless.
There´re a lot of things I´ve always tried to tell you.
I lie, I lied...
I´d like to vomit on your tomb when I think in your dead, my small friend to see is to believe and I believe you´re dumb.
You are on my way. I´m getting your good luck.

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