Totes. totally gross I can't believe it Totally broken and I'm finding out Totally bogus emotion, aroma of toast burning, bones that are broken no Only a ghost not even breathin Stronger than most but I am weakened now Glowing and floating in motion Totally bloated with growing explosion Don't you even know, I would never hurt a soul But the one who dealt this blow Is totally open to bone breaking motions The force of an ocean approaching toward your nose Totes. totally closed totally open Totally froze but I am heating now Demotion by clone machination Compositing notes to your total destruction Don't you even know I was born to rock and roll But to those who dealt this blow Your alone in the zone of your own retribution Totally open to mass execution Devoted to coma inducing contusions The force of an ocean approaching towards your nose