This is a song about "Killing your soul"

I see your soul threw the window pain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Let's put it on cruise control

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Your telling me to stop because i am killing your brain

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Some trolls collect a toll- 1.e.x.i? she collects your soul

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Your such a prick your family tree needs killing,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing