in game brush with the law swich lanes car swear in and out the paint rain drops on the windsheild clouwd spill down over shame like i feel the frame white canvas prepaired for stains on my back carried all the blame depression cant carry flame glass broke, inside picture fram full of pride and e go i dont feel the same homaside when we roll im still the same most heart quick to deal with pain mosart poetic opproch to deal with a lame harmanizing every note so you feel the thing so you feel thing that you could figure with your brain