You have four clear teeth marks in your pale neck
You can see how disgusting by rear-view mirror, your bloodthirsty face
Needless saliva linger in your dirty mouth
It will declare sign of war on your autobiography certainly
Please die away
That's bumpy way (You don't have escape rope)
Your wheels is mired in mire of greed and lust
You can see how disgusting by rear-view mirror, your bloodthirsty face
Truthless wealth and honor melt away in glaring sun
It will counts for nothing on your autobiography certainly
Please die away
That's bumpy way (you don't have escape rope)