Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Death, death
I'll be in the graveyard if you need
Ski mask, all black when you see me
Mankind is a ****ed up species
Look at the apocalypse on the TV
Linkin Park in the dark on a CD
Come home, Hybrid Theory on a repeat
I remember growing up wasn't easy
That I said that I'm a **** like a feces
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
Wake up and I'm down with the sickness
Night late, I'm a man on a mission
Put myself number one on the hitlist
Number two, put myself as a witness
And I'm sick of this ****, man, it's ****ed up
Paradise, paralyze, yeah, that's tough luck
I'mma pull up on the moto, tell 'em what's up
I'mma pull up on the moto, tell 'em what's up
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
Whoa, I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to death
I scare myself to –
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death
Death, death, death, death