Obscene

I burn tracks call a crew to pick up the ashes I'm half insane fire up

spinning you backward your hurting his back sir I'm the master

when it came to the plane crash went head-first into the plains after

some gangbangers did a raid dash to the cockpit and break manners

and the hourglass tells the future but the future has grave commanders shooting

and killing kids the kids are grave manner like a great manor its rich with parental

staggers