looked in your frame 
feel the stream
god, it's [bad word] my head
wanted love 
wanted fame
got a flick on my face
dive for shell
got you [bad word] and thoughts you'll never tell
keep it up
cut me up [bad word] myself
myself... (x3)

seem  other times
after night  [bad word] yourselves
melting lines
makes in signs
pictures stuck in my head
wanted more
tournament
teasing you kind of brains
why would you end so high and crafted
you failed
you failed (x3)

stopped by the pressure of [bad word] after my fate
thought of all up we've missed
span everything with me
fake it all through the life
poison vial - your lies
tracked me down at your end
and makes me want you hide
to hide (x3)