Lurking in the insecure The brain of the weakest hoard Spin the block Paranoia Sleepless nights Clear confusion Got consumed By depraved fusions They say not to blink when you get shot They say not to blink when you get shot They say not to blink when you get shot "You're breathing in all the bad sh*t." Arms for twisting Brains to misuse I can't keep my headache straight on the noose Where's my face Burning around My skin is skinless I'm losing my sound My eyes are peeling Out in the streets I can't decide where my nosе to keep Down in the powder All in the sеats Trying to find the last release They say not to blink when you get shot They say not to blink when you get shot They say not to blink when you get shot "You're breathing in all the bad sh*t." What's up? What's up with you? Breath in all the bad sh*t What's up with you? Breath in all the bad sh*t What's up with you? Breath in all the bad sh*t What's up with you?