(Instrumental)
and leaner, we take up the slack Klayton and Celldweller with no way to switch back Cuttin' you up with razor blade Chokin' you on them words you say Hittin' you rip-rap on you made And the Celldweller
Sick of this mind and the games it plays Mental enemies want to push me back again Here they come running wanting me up on that Tree crucified (wait
