I have a look that kills and the fist that scares you all
No power of the world can take them away from me
And if it did I would still walk away with pride
With mothafucking pride!

But why my figure is so pale?
It's just a fucking shade of what I will force it to be
I can't remember why it all went down
And I just can't turn around

It's all about a chase
It's all about to chase the wicked!!!!

It has more value now than when we first came here
You've learned to hate the game and strike back with fucking fear
Invite the target in
Close the gates
Make it through
Let the circus begin, capture a life with one deadly move

But figure still remains
It's just a fucking shade of what I will force it to be
I can't remember why it all went down
And I just can't turn around

You can't decide