I paint the walls with his blood.

My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em, wish god I didnt have 'em, but thank god that he made 'em

I need to say what's in my heart, and you call it a style

My birth was a blessing. Sent to live and die on Earth; it's a blessing. We each have a star; all you have to do is find it. Once you do, everyone sees it, you won't be blinded.

Nothing we can't handle, break it up and dismantle.

The places that ive been, the things that i have seen - what you have as nightmares, are what i have as dreams.

I paint the walls with his blood.