Searching you will find Maybe you will die Something's after me But ripping you off will heal that Maybe cause I'm wrong Nothing else to explain Someone to replace But nothing is like me So now you'll die Soon you'll eat the grass and I will be the champ Do your fucking act People'll realize Once the masks fall then It can't never turn back Pretend to everyone Show your finest face But behind the scene You're a fucking psychopath So now you'll die Soon you'll eat the grass and I will be the champ Fuck your accusations of me Get out I need no one Taking a lesson wrong To find out