[Intro]
 Sick of [bad word]  I can tell you that
 This is just a quick song I made today, in the living room
 
[Verse 1]
 And I got friends asking me, "What's with all the tragedy?
 This is not the way it has to be."
 I'm glad to be a part of all the black and white photos
 My family has taken all the songs, yes I know those
 It gets intense on my soul, don't you take it from me Judas
 I feel so [bad word] naked in my music
 But I cannot survive if I lied to the public and I shelled my heart
 Last time I tried I fell apart
 I fell in love with a Goddess more arrogant than modest
 And the oddest part about it was it turned so toxic
 Ripped up the pictures, nothing personal it's war
 But every Facebook tag of us hurts a little more
 And every anniversary I'm sore
 Pain to the fullest
 Chamber the pain like I chambered the bullet
 That I put in my revolver [bad word] aimed and I pulled it
 I'm trying to pretend this winter ain't been the coldest
 But I can feel it in the air
 
There's something about [bad word]  that... drains everybody
 
[Verse 2]
 And if I die, play Wu-Tang at my funeral
 [bad word] me though, my life's been beautiful
 What a coincidence that those words rhyme
 But you were dead before me if you ever once closed your mind
 To the possibilities of life on far away planets
 The universe is way bigger than Kansas
 Chatin' with the phantoms, sleeping with the white ghost
 Walk into the war zone, lean against the light post
 I dedicate this song to Chad Stuart, a childhood friend that died a couple days ago
 One day I'll shout your name on the radio
 I'm an atheist, but I promise your an angel though
 I hang below the stars and the statuses
 I pass a fist, but I'm a pacifist
 And that's the reason I don't have a hit
 But at least I have my fans and the ability to always be passionate
 I will not relax a bit
 And I can feel it in the air