ladies and gentlemen until my dying day and what awaits I'm going to try and make the war the better place spread love stop hate time i put the record straight fix mistakes not a soul all good or bad got a hole all cut all sad I know and misunderstood I change it if I could my intentions are wholesome inventing goals some cone good son i would run take a bullet rush the gun bethe perfect way die was honour end of a perfect day if I could wouldn't choose any other way no better reason why saving my mother from an evil guy and I spot it with my eagle eye hmm most of the time we're worried in the right race constantly hurried