i have no ideani don't care to talk about itni could stare you downnyou go home and think about itnit's my empty lifenyou don't have to care about itni do what i likenyou just get to stare at itnni could kill you nownyou just flinch and i would do itnthere's no going backni threw away the keys to itnthere's still room for attacknthe smell of fear leads me to itnthe hand that grips the axenfeels the comfort in the ruin of itnnyou don't know how i feelnno idea what's real to menyou don't know how i feelni am driven by a different fearnnwhat do you care?nif i have the guts to live or dienthere's no looking backnif you must you can believe the liesni can be attackedni can take it believe me i won't crynand i won't back downnand you should never ever wonder why