Hitchhiking to catch vacuum cleaners in the entrance I haven't slept for two days. Noticing how everything was blurred in my eyes Heart on hand Fuck, I'm taking care of myself, but so weak That every day, seeing a body rotting away Promise yourself you're done with this stuff I sing a lot about drugs. It's a good thing my mom doesn't recognize me. Oh my God, I hate you all so much. God, send me to my idols. God, send me to 21 Yeah, I'm so fucked up fucking with rot here. I sang my tracks for you in Padika. Clap people in my head I'm the freak of your worst nightmares. And I don't care what you think about me.