Rule one don’t think that you are my fucking son But don’t order me like you are my fucking mother Two have a angry face but be nice Rule three fuck with me and with my art Had a guy that I stayed during the carnaval This type but his bisexuality is just when he's out Older but it seens to be younger I know he wanted me but prefered to be muscle I said That we wore a perfect met But pacience I don't have Is not just with you is with myself Get stressed every minute And than I fuck all my feelings Could had learned in my inner But than I do it twice Of my own rules I'm a sinner I say things that I don't mean it It’s getting so hard to breath in Really don’t have fire to fight I'm trying to love the mirror Losing weigh, forget the wirdo Caring myself just to be with yo But I need to forget about this patron tho See myself great and know I worth it more Forget how myself love got that low And see this stuck world as a begin For me, cause if it’s not I’ll freak Do you know how to taste faith? Wanna feel my love and my veins My head are getting insane Want to feel love in my veins Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, don’t fight