Don’t Be Late

{Mike goes crazy}: Oh shit, please help me, somebody HELP ME! WILL YOU FUCKEN HELP ME YOU STUPID FUCKEN BITCH! HELP ME! Help my soul.

Have you ever looked into the mirror?
Have you ever shed those long-term tears?
That explains a thousand words,
The ones that make you curse

Do you ever fear? (My life is clear)
That someone is striking near (My eyes are shear)
It’s just the voice in the back of your head telling you that your world is small

(I watch the window glisten in the dark hold moon)

Don’t be late
Don’t feel straight

I was an in, som, ni, ac, lookin’ to be part of this world
But never did I feel, any bit guilty, ever since my world turned bleeding
MY heart,
Was stuck in a cage of rage, lookin’ to feel the spite of age
I never felt the world that hurt inside,
Maybe cause I never had to hide my strive

Do you ever fear? (My life is clear)
That someone is striking near (My eyes are shear)
It’s just the voice in the back of your head telling you that your world is small

(I watch the window glisten in the dark hold moon)

Don’t be late
Don’t feel straight

Take a turn for the worse,
Your life lies in a hearse,
Another fucken curse,
Lye’s in me!
Take a turn for the worse,
Your life lies in a hearse,
Another fucken curse,
Lye’s inside of me!

Lye’s inside of me! (Repeated)

And I said, motherfucker!
Don’t be late
Don’t feel straight

Take a turn for the worse,
Your life lies in a hearse (repeated)