Yāall donāt comprehend Iām often on the mend
Iām depressed a lot, Iāve wrecked a lot of people who were friends
Iāve been anxious, Iāve had breakdowns that were all inside my head
I regret a lot of things, now I wonāt stop 'til Iām avenged
Knock knock, whoās there?
Yāall fucked around and let death in
Iām John Lennon, Iām Michael Jackson
Iām Cobain, Iām Zeppelin
Your best friends are dead ends
Your best bets are far-fetched
Youāre next-best, Iām a gold trophy
Your death-threats were ghost stories