Verse I.

I see the wires inside your head. 
You see the same in my head. 
Could it be worst? Who can I ask? 
Take off the skin, uncover the [bad word] But I'm afraid, that now I stink like dad. 
One cigarette, one sip. Do you think I’m asking too much
 [bad word] 

Steal my shadow. Let it be your new belief 
First ask for more and then we gonna dance with God.
Forever dead. (What gibberish) 

Verse II.

I’m lying on a ceiling, sinking in the smoke. 
The blood from my nose is streaming down to the floor.  [bad word] so quickly, so strange, you know, spreading in a wonderful pattern.