On Use Restore 3 Light; draw 1 page BlockDice 3-7 SlashDice 3-7 Sleep for a total of 800 hours per dayAnd then drink a liter of milkWarm-up before you go playOnly eat, or writeOr pull the trigger with your right handOnly thing that's leftIs to work on following commandsBy the time you realizeYou'll be restrained to a deskAnd with your dreams on the floor, you complyEyes chained to the testIn 30 minutes, find a groom or brideBonus if brunetteIn 90 hours, spill their insidesPaint your room picturesqueNow it's time for another vendettaGoing through the shelvesPicking out my pre-written persona (ha-ah-ah)Children of the city sees only the neon starsReflected upon the murky gutter skyDon't ask me whyI desperately wish to be included in the city's nightIn four hundred thousand meters, turn rightPick up a knife and stab a familiar warm bodyLearned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffeeSnippy scissors cut down the stringsI set myself freeOnly to figure out everything I chose was by proxyAs we suckled upon the nine millimeter pacifierSwallowing the fact that other than to expandWe had no purposeAs my ever-burning will to stay afloat backfiresI now know I must be comfortable beingWho I considered worthlessFollow the city's ribbonTo a heart nobody seems to listenIt takes my heart being broken and broken again (broken and broken again)To know that I am the reason why (the reason why)The sufferings never endNow it's time for another vendetta (hmm-mmm-mmm)Going through the shelvesPicking out my pre-written persona (ha-ah-ah)Children of the city seesOnly the neon starsReflected upon the murky gutter skyDon't ask me whyI desperately wish to be noticed by the city's nightDo not go home until you finish reading the value of E.2.71