I'll fake you out All I wanna And I'll break down And I'll fake you out And I'll fall And I'll break And I'll fake You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified You say that you are close, is close the closest star?

Death from within On the march, no place to run Time has come, no where to hide The moon is red, no one is safe From spilling blood, no living thing survives Here they fight, regretting nothing Here you die, the walls are caving in Nothing left, a lethal

Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And

Looking back I still have so many questions So many things unanswered Like what did I do? What could I do? Was there ever a moment you cared? Or was I always ugly and abandoned Remember all the times you wished me harm You wished me dead How could I have

What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh? You just want attention, you don't want my heart Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start (What are you doin'?) 'Cause you knew that I,

You are such a jerk You are a tearjerker You don't need a girlfriend You need a social worker She's waiting at the airport You're in your hotel room With someone who doesn't know you Everybody always knew

I don't argue like this with anyone but you We do it all the time blowing out my mind Just like a star across my sky Just like an angel off the page You have appeared to my life Feel like I'll never be the same Just like a song in my heart Just like oil

But no flame burns forever, oh no You and I both know this all too well And most don't even last the night One last time Just one last time With the twilight No they don't, they say they don't Without holding back my mind Oh babe, meet me in Tompkins

Scared money don’t make money, so what you scared for? And real people do real things, so what you waiting for? And real G’s do what they want, don’t ever think twice A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives (Yeah) Uh, it go, one for the money

The future looks good Woke up starin' at this, starin' at this empty room Looked at thousand different pictures that your mother took of you And the future looks good I swear that you are, you are the future You, you, you You see I had this crazy dream