Death Style

The set is on fire!

Sun goes and you'll be standing
Food goes bad and feelings go rancid
I won't fuck waste my time
Light up my cigarrete, now I'm feeling fine

Take another drink to keep me high
It's my life style, it's my own demise
Why care about my self?
It's fast living and young dying

I still winding, grinding up the floor
It's better for my health, it's the life I choosed for me