Got my safety glasses on
I don't feel much too safe
Gonna dive into these rocks
I be feeling the need for haste
Will you taste the plastic air?
Your tongue, it slips in way too late
You're on fire, you're a scorch
I drew you out with oil and paste
Train wreck is me
Brach out of my diseased tree
Got my virus flowing through
A river of deep red blues
Gonna swing a dagger high
The dirt beneath my murder shoes
Will you speak to me again?
Your words, they make me bruise
You're on my tree, my diseased tree
I will let you fall off when you get loose
Train wreck is me
Brach out of my diseased tree