You can't have anything - everything's mine
You can't have my time, my world, my crime
Two for me - nothing for you -it's mine
Drop dead, go fuck yourself, eat shit and die
Choking on yestercorn, ripping your throat like thorns
Pulling the pin out as your clock unwinds
You can't breathe my air - that's fair - it's mine
Heaven is piling up with headless dogs
'Cause God keeps on forgiving fighters, biters
Only with rabies can we cure the world of talking cancer
Answer: die