lyrics: life is immaculate, backin' it up a bit Countin' my hours and knocking on wood Avoiding my opposites, chewin' on chocolate Had a bit limited time, but I should Be good for a minute, don't want to admit it I'm running on seconds, I'm rigid, I'm screwed Don't know what to do, I'm thinking of you so i keep running rolling through all these punches these days I'm feeling nothing unfazed cuz I'm unconscious I'l make it home to you theres blood up on my t-shirt and dirt up on my body I'll make sure nobody heard theres nobody to stop me
IT SUCKS RIGHT
