You can't have anything - everything's mine. You can't have my time my world my crime. I don't share - I don't care - I'm not that kind. 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