This is a song about "Dying in time"

But your confined in time

She prefer the dutty wine

System in me, is dying. won't do much, calling me scam.

But my character never could be like them, man

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Sinkin' ships are dying, we participated in past movements,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

They ain't put in the effort and time

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

You reflect in this heart of mine

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Of dying solders's scream,now they're live in a place called heaven