My eyes out of tears no trace of my fears I’m trying to hear but somethings in my way I will never stop nor give up all these emotions bottled up spider batman paper cuts to much time spent in school to much time with out you to much time all together i can not this weather ohh fly away to France bonjour out in the mountains searching for her shot in the leg damn this world cop another car now we on the road life just towed running to get my boat crash my plane hope it floats yeah another shot another thought damn these people really suck hit em with a bang bang down goes the wall world war 3 is upon us y’all what the hell u mean i broke my balls smack his head I’m getting tall these never give u until they do your mom hates me i hate you guns under that couch pill in cupboard i know to many people dead so dont get ushered