Could it be that I was viewing everything from a different perspective than you thought I was
Third eye divine probably rocking that Sublime shirt that you know I hate
And terracotta soldiers make a mighty fine army but their prone to crack
The first fire's finally hardening in my heart kiln
I die
Stay inside
Lovely
Just for the night
Things are finally heating up
In my heart Kiln
Justice peaked and went on leave and he's not coming back
Its hard to fathom when you're used to paper hearts and paper tags
Leave while my heart's in tact
And you're not welcome back
This is a postmortem
I die
Stay inside
Lovely
Just for the night
Things are finally heating up
In my heart Kiln
I wanna be like Martin Shkreli