Album: Box
A million miles a minute
Fast as every bullet
Losing green that must have been
Through the shield in the space
Forget the check I'll get it
My last one won't regret it
Full of green won't mean a thing
From the process of me tearing
From limb to limb...
Cheers to all I made it
Just a scratch I'll make it
Please be sweet don't say a thing
Makes it easier when no one knows
Forget the check I'll get it
My last one won't regret it
Full of green won't mean a thing
From the process of me tearing
From limb to limb...