Knees and hands on the damn floor Docaos shooting at your door You know we don't need no fame, no drug my flow can kill a cop Fake religion, what you think? Look the last one that remains poor, alienated Homophobe, hallucinated as shit Nobody knows your name Regardless of your fame Your username on the tombstone The only memory of your grave Your lifestyle is going down What are you gonna do about? Thirty-four has gone Well done, well done, yeah Your faith is made of guesswork God is real, but you feel alone Save my skin, save my skin Is this how my life will be? Left in a hole to die And no chance of relief Every day that I wake up It’s like a must on my list My time is gone And it’s too late to go home Push myself into the phone This is real and I’m a clone Let me breathe, make me feel Melt my body with your pill Take the blinders off my face Show me what is fucking real Thirty-four has gone Well done, well done, yeah Your faith is made of guesswork God is real, but you feel alone Melt my body with your pill I’m not the hunted anymore Give me something to kill