all good but (I'm just bleeding)
My eyes clash face to face with filled cemeteries
false gods, I drag myself
towards the pettiness that plays so hard
walking backward in handcuffs
striking my legs until they break
I say: "Alright, I've had enough
what else do you know how to do?"

And if my reasoned dreams could be seen
they would probably put my head in a guillotine
but it's nothing, mama, it's life, and just life