This is Lord Charles Sousa, by the way, here at the roof, Lord Knife, Kmart, and everybody. Charles Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't inform the world what's what, every age of predators Fuck myself, don't leave me, I don't get it, fuck, don't come to me And I also have to listen, follow me, fuck people out and see what's what It's wasn't your fault, that it's valuable to consume, I don't know what I'm for Every motherfucking second of pathetic media pisses on me, and not people in one direction Fuck them all, and I say again, fuck them all, because they're not like us We won You spread the word, it's a media, kill me, put me, boy, it's done Yes, my cock is getting old, we are born to burn, after all Ah, fuck me, you found out where I'm from, fire me, throw me down No ceiling, I'm no fucking idiot now It's wasn't your fault, that it's valuable to consume, I don't know what I'm for All the money in the fucking world was probably without your trust Without your faith in any of these fucking assholes We're fucking jammed, yeah, I know, yeah, we're Nothing is worth the sleep and our loss, apologies are essential And that misery that waits in me isn't fucking my business Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, okay Fear the darkness It's in, it's in Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Let me see your hands on the goddamn way Yeah, you know you're fucking right Yeah, you know you're fucking right I wanna see whether you can hear me or not Or even fucking that well understand my southern-grown ass Cause I know not many of you do