| war! | |
| you thought i let you get away with this little thing i call my soul? | |
| you thought i tolerate your silent terror? NO! | |
| i come bakk! | |
| i come bakk! | |
| believe it or not... | |
| this means war against myself... | |
| believe it or not... | |
| believe it or not... | |
| this means war against myself... | |
| believe it or not... | |
| your spittin' image is spittin'on you | |
| and it's afraid of what it is about to do. | |
| i speak the unspoken | |
| and i know the unknown code of the bakkdoor,straight to your dome! | |
| protect yourself from yourself by yourself... | |
| it won't help. | |
| this is fun, grab a gun, | |
| choose the one that is about to get done.. | |
| fukk | |
| me | |
| up | |
| now!!!! | |
| believe it or not... | |
| this means war against myself... | |
| believe it or not... | |
| believe it or not... | |
| this means war against myself... | |
| believe it or not... | |
| believe it or not! |