 You could taste the tears of Lot's wife. Flowing out my tear ducts. The sound of me not giving a fuck. Blowing out my earmuffs. Love ain't got nothing to do with it. You could ask Ike that. The heart seemed like the perfect place for you to stick a knife at. How come I gotta ask more times than you ask? You like that. I went to see the man inside the mirror. It was Mike Jack. It ain't my fault you couldn't see what you was looking at. True, I gave you my heart, but ultimately I took it back. It only takes a day to go from look at us to look at that. I told you there's no looking back. The brimstone is a-falling.