I saw you die before you left

it's literally 247 of the money and the math lost

I left hours away on repeat last week

its literally 247 offline to the death of you

and sorry but i made it home too many ways than to see it as yours

and sorry but if youre ended its why im alive

i literally careless about your mind here

and your body wherever you find peace

you never know peace again

and im sorry

i thought you were saved

and i thought you were beautiful

its the end of the money made magic and the end of your body served to mine

i listen to you cry now and you die alone

and i say goodbye at the hour of your death to the ride you left on my ether and i see you 247 served with denial and death sentence

but here goes, i am the mark and i am the goddess and i am the end of you

so heres to you

and the end of you