i am just the grey one
i'm the darker side of
travelled on the F train down
the people press and crowd
and
heaven haunts me kill for a cigarette
heaven is
What if I were you and you were me
Still
So he dies and I'm a joke
A playdoh mask a
borrowed in black you are mine
don't make it easy don't
I'm so dead and angry
I'm justified to feel this way
I'm
Smells on the air
See there it's crushing
The final impression
The stains
I'm the Trickster burn so brightly
I still hate you motherfuckers
bound by the time on the clock
bittersweet wondering the quiet