I want a genuine, Not a replica
Lethal medicine, A pin to the cornea
A sight for sore E y e s
While other guys consume the lies I'll run and hide
Burn the bitch down
I never will cross that bridge again
I cannot trust you easily
Or think that I'm the only one
I never let people in
And I have you to remind me why
So baby, burn the bitch down
I never will cross that bridge again
I'd rather drown.
What's left of a Harvestar Base, feel free to explore.
Hah, it got totaled already
#L