It's a brick wall attack
On Titan 180 below

Know your worth know your value
Take a step toward learning how to
Love those who love you back
And not just anyone around you

Dead weight, lead head
Silver bullet, the pup is dead
Pen sits up straight
The inkwell overflowing

Stranger danger, change your name or
Change the way you play your games or
Stranger danger, change your face or
Change the place you choose to stay or

Paper jet black
Fumes intoxicating
The mind is from May
Tenth, 1996
With a star from
Hell on the hunt
And a bill run high
From ten daily packs

Face it, it's a new day out
Face it, I'm on my way out
Face it, I can't complain now
Face it, I'm on my way down
Face it, it's a new day out
Face it, I'm on my way out
Face it, I can't complain now
Face it, I'm on my way down

Nothing's quite as heavy as it used to be
With no weight behind the punch
It's an instant transmission to your brain
But, without all seven, you have absolutely nothing

You dug your own grave
You dug your own grave
You gave me a taste
Now you’re all I crave

Barista from beyond the grave
Implies some promising side affects
Immortality
Or it could just be your neighbor's shit