This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Beaches of normandy.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Thoughts of immortality

Lord knows you've been busy

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing