All I'm Trying To Do

Reality Is Wrong. Dreams Are For Real.

Everyday There's More Death, And Plus I'm Doughless. I'm Seeing More Reasons For Me To Proceed With Thieving.

So Many Other Things For Us To See, Things To Be, Our History So Full Of Tragedy And Misery.

Gettin High, Livin' Everday, Like I'm Gonna Die.

We Are Weak, Please Let Us In. We're Week, Please Let Us In." After About A Week Tha Song Is Gonna Change To, "we're Hungry, We Need Some Food." After Two, Three Weeks It's Like "give Me Some Of Tha Food! I'm Breakin Down Tha Door." After A Year It's Like, "i'm Pickin' The Lock, Comin' Through The Door Blastin." It's Like, "i'm Hungry.