Don’t kid your self; you're not an immaculate conception…
To prove it, your greatest skill is deception…
You thought of your self as an exception…
But believe me, you’re an ordinary roach, who needs an intervention…
Or at least so I could breathe, so I could be fair to myself, a lethal injection…
You're an anchor…
Holding me down…
I'll fight harder…
I won't let myself drown…
You're questions…
Could only be answered by asking questions…
Now, Still You Think That You're an Immaculate Conception?
