I'm like a thousand years old. But I'm dead to death. I'm gonna bury you in the ground. I'm gonna bury you in the ground. I'm gonna bury you in my sound of gunna. Drink the red from your prey. In phase I'm gonna... Are you done yet? Because I'm tired of feeling guilty for this. Is that what people really think about me? I'm a god above all of you. Sorry, I don't treat you like you're perfect. Like all your little loyal subjects do. I'm sorry, fight seem malicious. But I can't sympathize with you. I know that it hurts when you're lonely. But I can't take that burn from you. So I am just your brown, the lamelow. You're your own problem. It's like I'm not even a person. Am I? I'm just your problem. Now you wear this defensive attitude. I shouldn't have to prove anything to you. I'm sorry that I exist. I forgot what landed me on your black list. Well, I will always be here. But it's not my battle to save you from you. But yes, I'm still one. I'm too. I'm still one. I'm too. I'm still one. I'm still one. I'm still one. And I guess that's how I go. I want to bury you in the ground. Because I call. You want to bury me with your sound. I'm sorry that it's this way. But I don't know what else to say. I promise you you could never push me away. Because I can always afford. You said I was just your problem.