[Intro: Sam Fuel]
The X Files, Presence of My Life, Please Believe Me
Sam, William, and Anthony
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

[Verse 1: Sam Fuel]
Drawin' on my faces with the chalk on a board
My lyrics are totally pissed off and bored
Pay to irritating, take our suffering remains
I throw the bin with chocolaty cold brains
Perform with enemies, don't arrive in academy
Emphatic labyrinth of the dark creates a femininity
Giving me embrace our smart from the feet deep
Living from the dead kittens are evil for keep
Incredibly wrong days of a master of deathtraps
Capillarity praying from the graves while you're dead
Compose on your bones while your skeletons must decay
And delete this filth for getting move away
Disgusting forest when I walk through the valley of death
Aren't getting no fear without losing your last breath
Get evil for making the dead spirits
When I come true and move the trails of the horror

[Chorus: William Naoil]
It’s the angel of death
And I force all of you to get spit all over your last breath
This is the final destination
While I see the sky after I diminished to ways to die

[Outro]
No!