This is a song about "Mark lancaster"

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

From harkless, to mark best, we denounced the cult/

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

That moschino shit is so back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard