This is a song about "I make things"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

More than i like to admit, i was just frightened of things

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I would do awful awful things

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

With chilled feet i just grinned and started to key things

Don't cross me like you atheist

Feelin' those things that i missed

And every time i try to make things better...

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Yet the things that i love

Tawiah - all i need chorus

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Its the things that i hate