This is a song about "Head explosions"

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

While i'm instilled with the grief of explosions

I respect that you don't know yet

Hearing voices in my head

Basically blood leaked from her head

My god come before this bread

And please never disrespect my set

And think alone in my head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Musical shots at your head,

Give us this day, our daily bread

How you feel in your head

Loving you is clouding my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead