This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

You could say i'm friends with fred

Musical shots at your head,

The numbers burst my head

I respect that you don't know yet

Black clouds circle my weary head

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Go where you ain't been

I need one white coffin

Wish i could shed all these tears

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Blood stainin black and white tops

Especially if you are fucking white.

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