آهنگ: Final Fight. Day 53.

In ten years, I think I'll be dead
From a beat gone dry in my head
And this sickness that's eating at me
Like how I feel on day 53

In four days I'll need a cleanse
To start positive on a negative end
And bring my body back from decay
From living life like a castaway

A boulder on my back
A black hole in my brain
This crushing weight
To which I'll never gain