Kid named kenny Troubled in his twenties Zipped up the trench coat And goes to grab the semi Walked out his door for the last time Cause he got a war on his damn mind Ok! Hopped inside of his 06 honda civic hatchback Makes sure he got da items in his backpack Reminds him about runescape and pack yaks Aint got no time to reminisce tho he gotta fast track Kenny knows exactly where this brinks truck goes Creeps up on a quiet empty beat dirt road Its approaching now he's sweating like a heat wood stove Still he grabs the detonator and he inserts code An explosion erupts Kenny walkin' to the truck Shrapnel flying fast in the air like some hockey pucks In this moment nothing matters Because a brand new chapter was served to him on a silver platter The brinks truck bloated Grab the keys and unload it Said it how it is dont need to sugar coat it Bagged up all the profits And bought a new identity Went to a brand new place without enemies Fast forward a month And kenny's having brunch Across the world but still his stomach got a hunch That he's being followed or watched, hes crowded with anxiety Decided to leave the tavern quietly Seen his face on the television Thinkin' interpol closin' in on his position Paranoia settin' in poppin' more perscriptions All of his fears are coming into fruition Heard the choppas and sirens Wants to go out without violence Because remorse is his horizon Sayonara world, cyanide in his tooth Bites down on it created his own noose