Maniac
• Written by young-smug
Maniac with fire
I inquire maybe you are hired for the job
grab some attire from the local clothing store once more diamonds galore
I told you that before it’s time for war, out of uniform clothes
torn heretofore girl I’m rotten to the core.
I started out with nothing
but a little portion of food in my mouth you ain’t ever gonna
touch me your career is going south.