I know you asked for rain, but I brought you fire. I didn`t think you`d mind. I know it`s not the same, but I`m getting tired of listening to you whine. Why should I pretend, you see my friend, I heard what you said. The implications lie and the consensus says you wish I was dead. I don`t care much to talk your talk or be in the way when you decide to walk, but something in you just ain`t fucking right. Fist in hand, you got a plan. I see it`s your way or no other way at all. Let me tell you, you just ruined my night. I don`t care much to justify the way you deal with the problems in your life, if it`s the only way that you can work things out. Eye to eye. What would they think? The rats are in laughter cause they think you`re slick. Our consensus is that you`re a dick. The fools you follow are role models to a head that`s hollow. The pride you`d swallow if you`d let it go. Let it go. Let it go.