I sense a shudder
I sense a stutter
I sense a shiver
As I turn a cutter
To face your buzzer
My mind's a clutter
Sinking in the gutter
Fifty shades of usher
I lose all color
I lose faith in mother
Wish to pull the trigger
Wish to release the dagger
Wish to be the fighter
But I return as a runner
Chased by Lucifer
