I'd like to meet:
DOCTA JONES
The razor dictates my actions, cutting my life in any way it wants. Blanking my mind, clenching my jaw. Watching my life be blown to dust. Palms sweaty as the lines are drawn, life is good for us as we bleed. What did this do for me it showed me im not afraid. Lets see how long I can race. This time im not afraid of you, Im not afraid of you. The razor dictates my actions, cutting my life in any way it wants. Blanking my mind, clenching my jaw. Watching my life be blown to dust. Palms sweaty, eyes wide, life's good. Lets see how long I can race my self to the grave. This time im not afraid of you. I told my self this would be the last time.