• Blast to the past homing in like a dead missile,
    You wanted the explosion but not to forget that beautiful whistle,
    the bird's and sunshine so clear like a crystal too blissful,
    Ha I wouldn't know a difference from love and a pistol,

    This castle so glorious hoarding evil behind its walls,
    More or less like a skull with two feet and two arms,
    What I see the time before as an untouchable saint,
    the reality is that it was slashed gushing out red paint,

    Memories can twist where your legs swing,
    You make a choice where you are livin' now,
    Did you choose a quiet life and a wedding ring,
    or the one with graffiti dust and dark influence around,


    So whip it like a brainless druggy smoke,
    because I'm not sticking around this memorable dismal,
    My friends were great but this place is making me choke,
    I'm moving on because I need something more abysmal.