This is a song about "Pale people"

Inhabit the minds of people

Cause this album pack enough evil

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

This is the root of all evil

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Questions enter the minds of people

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Steal your love with ease

The pale skin and scrapped knees

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

From the people who control to people

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/