this month, day 10

I am the last person you can call
don't even know how we've met somehow
all begin must lead us into an end
I'll finish this shit this month, day ten
if someday we get to meet again
in a car crash, plane wreck, terrorist attack
or maybe next thursday nite
don't bother saying hi
I'll be rude
only with you

I'm gonna tell you what i'll do
I'll break your face in two
I'll break your legs, break you arms, break yourself in two
I'll break you in ten if i have to
creation is something you don't give much attention
I'll be rude