all the same, Just like you can't blame the pencil for your fucking misspelled words, You can't blame for your mistakes, Your thoughts, Your words, all the same, Your perfect crime
into the mind state of how imma wait to find fate let the pupils dialate fly high like the crime rate mosiquito bate, baby keep me up to date who you love today
out anyway Take your powder - take your candle Your sweet whisper I just can't handle Well take your hair in the moonlight Your brown eyes - good-bye
