This is Lord Charles Sousa, by the way, here at the roof, Lord Knife, Kmart, and everybody. Charles Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't inform the world what's what, every age of predators *** myself, don't leave me, I don't get it, ***, don't come to me And I also have to listen, follow me, *** people out and see what's what It's wasn't your fault, that it's valuable to consume, I don't know what I'm for Every mother***ing second of pathetic media pisses on me, and not people in one direction *** them all, and I say again, *** them all, because they're not like us We won You spread the word, it's a media, kill me, put me, boy, it's done Yes, my cock is getting old, we are born to burn, after all Ah, *** me, you found out where I'm from, fire me, throw me down No ceiling, I'm no ***ing idiot now It's wasn't your fault, that it's valuable to consume, I don't know what I'm for All the money in the ***ing world was probably without your trust Without your faith in any of these ***ing assholes We're ***ing jammed, yeah, I know, yeah, we're Nothing is worth the sleep and our loss, apologies are essential And that misery that waits in me isn't ***ing my business Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, okay Fear the darkness It's in, it's in Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Let me see your hands on the goddamn way Yeah, you know you're ***ing right Yeah, you know you're ***ing right I wanna see whether you can hear me or not Or even ***ing that well understand my southern-grown ass Cause I know not many of you do