Dry blood on your hands
Loft cracks in the windows
Smash glass where you stand
Moisture in the wrinkles
Black bricks on the land
Too shy to mingle
Strong ties no sand
Too hot to decizzle
No one understands (we get no help)
To what seem to trickle
Brainstorm, no plans (we know yourself)
The word seem to tickle
One side of the clan (we get no help)
The otherside so little
Permission to ban (we know yourself)
No hands to fiddle
Stuck in two minds
One or the other
Tell 'm the truth through lies
Don't blow my cover and
I'm here to hurt to
I'm here to talk to
One of a kind