peice the mind its cracked put together back with the western motive back or never jumping in the rain its bad put the weather or soon you'll be dead and thats on your farther shoulda been told a long time ago you hold the tone hanging up the fucken phone leave alone inside the catacombs you ride alone in fact you die alone screaming in the roof tryna get a fucken lone you blown your soul even fracure a bone you never leave alone the phone is always ringing your jaw is always swinging your pinging your free bang on the left right nut take a ball so you better call saul on another rain call bang boom take em all yo you bitch go and get some Ayahuasca tryptamine fucking with dmt fucken changa spiritual walk obsorb the orb bang right move you know you die alone in fact you go home and die and fry alone to the bone catacomb bitch leave alone am done see you later fucken fry right home