Mama, nowhere to go, please talk to me
Mama, years left behind no future in sight
Mama, warts, wounds, blood, stains, sweat in my eyes
Mama, dirt, mud, glass, nails, scratches in my mouth
My, my, nowhere to go, please talk to me
I can’t hear, no line, trigger finger, stand by
Mama can’t keep quiet though I know the place is wired
Cracking walls, my thoughts are leaking
Wet traces on the floor
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
I pass that black flag
Got a habit of looking away but the warning shines neon
You put the well there, tough love with tough tests you put me on now
Mama nowhere to go, please talk to me
My, my years left behind no future in sight
Mama, soft land please, make it fast and sweet
Crash, drown, who knows
Tell you right before I go
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you, fuck are you, fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you, fuck are you, fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you, fuck are you, fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
I’m no one but fuck you
No one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you, fuck are you, fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you, fuck are you, fuck are you?
I’m no one but fuck you
No one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you, fuck are you, fuck are you?
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you?
No one but who the fuck are you, fuck are you, fuck are you?
That’s my letter
Best revenge I won’t see you later
Words speak louder than actions
I hope you read it and hit rock bottom
I hope your wife will die out of boredom
I hope your children say you disgust them
You’re nothing for them
Your time is almost over
The final act, I smile when you break, you are so fake
And I’m so ready, air becomes heavy
Around my machete, I feel so sweaty, I feel so dirty
You did what Soprano did to Moltisanti
The bell is for me, I guess it’s time
Excuse me but I’ve got a ladder to climb
That’s my cue, I’m through
And now you’re no one, fuck you
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